You and I, schoolmates and college friends, though sons of a different country, meet here in the wilderness, each with the iron in our souls.

I shall tell you the thing which happened to me, and you shall speak to me of your own curse." "I cannot!" Dominey groaned.
"But you will," was the stern reply.

"Listen." An hour passed, and the voices of the two men had ceased.

The howling of the animals had lessened with the paling of the fires, and a slow, melancholy ripple of breeze was passing through the bush and lapping the surface of the river.

It was Von Ragastein who broke through what might almost have seemed a trance.