A light wind had risen, and as it blew among the cypresses and magnolias and oaks of the drooping foliage, it blew the song of the triumph of Shif'less Sol.

The moonlight fell on his face now and as his features drew into a smile he, at last, permitted himself to laugh outright.
"It was wonderful, Sol," said Henry.

"We always knew that you were near us, and we knew, too, that because you were near us we were near to freedom." He stepped forward, grasped the hand of the shiftless one, and gave it a fervent shake.

Paul at once did the same, then followed Long Jim and Tom Ross.

Shif'less Sol's face became beatific.