He wrestled with madness with all the strength of a strong man.

If it should fall upon him, where then would be his hope and outlook?
His day would be done, his night would be closed in, he would be no more than a helpless log, rolling in an ice-bound sea, and when the thaw came--if it ever came--he would be only a broken, rudderless, sailless wreck.

Sometimes he would swear at nothing and fling out his arms wildly, and then with a look of shame hang down his head and mutter, "No, no, Israel; no, no, no!" Other prisoners arrived from Tetuan, and all told the same story.

Israel listened to them with a stupid look, seeming hardly to hear the tale they told him.

But one morning, as life began again for the day in that slimy eddy of life's ocean, every one became aware that an awful change had come to pass.