Hunter and hunted, we make the world and the pity of it." Setting to work again, he pushed to the heavy shutters.

"You'll find them open in the morning," he said, "and find me selling,--selling clothing that I may not wear, wine that I may not drink, powder and shot that I may not spend, swords that I may not use; and giving,--giving pride, manhood, honor, heart's blood"-- He broke off, shot to the bar across the shutters, and betook himself in silence to the other window, where presently he burst into a fit of laughter.

The sound was harsh even to savagery.

"Go your ways, Saunderson," he said.

"I've tried the bars of the cage; they're too strong.