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And then he laughed If Pelly or Carter had heard him, they would have wondered if he was mad It was madness of a sort--the madness of restored confidence, of an unlimited faith, of an optiain he looked beyond the bars of his cell The world was still there; the river was there; all the things that orth fighting for were there And he would fight Just how, he did not try to tell hirimly, for he saw the melancholy humour of the fact that he had built his own prison

He sat down again on the edge of his cot, and the whiht to this same cell, and who had paid the first of their penance here,at him now in the spirit way In his mental fancy a little army of faces trooped before him, faces dark and white, faces filled with hatred and despair, faces brave with the cheer of hope and faces pallid with the dread of death And of these ghosts of hisprowess it was Anton Fournet's face that caht Anton to this sa Frenchreat, rolling laugh that even in the days when he aiting for death had rattled the paper-weights on Kedsty's desk

Anton rose up like a god before Kent now He had killed a man, and like a brave entle as a girl's, Anton had taken pride in the killing In his prison days he sang songs to glorify it He had killed the white hbor's wife! Not HIS wife, but his neighbor's! For Anton's creed was, "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you," and he had loved his neighbor with the great forest love ofwith the strength of a bull, so that when the hour caeance When Kent brought Anton in, the giant had laughed first at the littleness of his cell, then at the unsuspected strength of it, and after that he had laughed and sung great, roaring songs every day of the brief tenure of life that was given hilory in his face of one who had cheaply righted a great wrong