He was more than a man fighting for his freedom alone, more than an individual struggling for the right to exist.

A thing vastly more priceless than either freedom or life, if they were to be accepted alone, waited for him in the little cabin, shut in by its sea of darkness.

And ahead of them lay their world.

He emphasized that.

THEIR world--the world which, in an illusive and unreal sort of way, had been a part of his dreams all his life.