He was a figure of courage and endurance.

Dyck's hand went out to him, and a warm smile crept to his lips.
"Michael--ever--faithful Michael!" A moisture came to Michael's eyes.

He did not speak as he clasped the hand Dyck offered him.

Presently Dyck turned to old Christopher with a kindly laugh.
"Well, old friend! You, too, come to see the stag set loose again?
You're not many, that's sure." A grim, hard look came into his face, but both hands went out and caught the old man's shoulders affectionately.
"This is no day for you to be waiting at prison's gates, Christopher; but there are two men who believe in me--two in all the world.

It isn't the killing," he added after a moment's silence--"it isn't the killing that hurts so.