His head sank on his breast.

His lips murmured in prayer: "But be merciful to me, Thou just Judge of Israel, for Thou hast made me, and Thou knowest whereof I am made.

Here will I dedicate my life to Thee for the land's sake.

Not for my soul's sake, O my God! If it be Thy will, let my soul be cast away; but for the soul of him whose body I slew, and for his land, let my life be the long sacrifice." Dreams he had had the night before--terrible dreams, which he could never forget; dreams of a fugitive being hunted through the world, escaping and eluding, only to be hemmed in once more; on and on till he grew grey and gaunt, and the hunt suddenly ended in a great morass, into which he plunged with the howling world behind him.

The grey, dank mists came down on him, his footsteps sank deeper and deeper, and ever the cries, as of damned spirits, grew in his ears.