You have walked with Tragedy, felt her net and her strong whip." Strickland lifted his eyes from the bowl, pushed back his chair a little, and looked full at the laird of Glenfernie.

"What then?
Rise, Glenfernie, and leave her behind! And if you do not now, it will soon be hard for you to do so! Remember, too, that I watched your father--" "After I find Ian Rullock in Holland or Lisbon or America--" Strickland made a movement of deep concern.

"You have met and fought this man.

Do you mean so to nourish vengeance--" "I mean so to aid and vindicate distressed Justice." "Is it the way ?" "I think that it is the way." Strickland was silent, seeing the uselessness.

Glenfernie was one to whom conviction must come from within.