Death, exile, imprisonment, had been too long at his heels to be strangers to him or to cause him fear.
In his heart a fire burned.

Rosenblatt still lived, and vengeance had halted in its pursuit.
But deep as was the passion in his heart for vengeance, that for his country and his cause burned deeper.

He had been able to establish lines of communication between his fatherland and the new world by means of which the oppressed, the hunted, might reach freedom and safety.

The final touches to his plans were still to be given.

Furthermore, it was necessary that he should make his report in person, else much of his labour would be fruitless.