But if he tasted the disadvantages of so compound a self, to others the array enriched the man, making him vibrant of all that had been as well as all that was.

It put them, too, to speculation as to how great an army he would gather ere the end, and as to the nature of the last recruit.

The visitor from the Three-Notched Road looked at him now with her keen old eyes and laid her mittened hand upon his arm.

"Be a good man, Lewis Rand! Be a great one if you will, but be good.

That comes first." Rand touched her withered hand with his lips.