"See, I'm beginning to glow myself.

We are not God's, but Nature's chosen people, we Angles, and Saxons, and Normans, and Vikings, and the earth is our heritage.

Let us arise and go forth!" "Now you are laughing at me, and, besides, we have already gone forth.
Why have you fared into the north, if not to lay hands on the race legacy ?" She turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps, and cried for greeting, "I appeal to you, Captain Alexander! I summon you to bear witness!" The captain of police smiled in his sternly mirthful fashion as he shook hands with Frona and Corliss.

"Bear witness ?" he questioned.
"Ah, yes! "'Bear witness, O my comrades, what a hard-bit gang were we,-- The servants of the sweep-head, but the masters of the sea!'" He quoted the verse with a savage solemnity exulting through his deep voice.

This, and the appositeness of it, quite carried Frona away, and she had both his hands in hers on the instant.