What do you think ?" The Missioner smiled enigmatically.
"The soul of many a man has gone from behind steel bars to heaven or I vastly miss my guess," he said.

"But--we don't like the thought of steel bars, do we, David?
Man-made laws and justice don't always run tandem.
But God evens things up in the final balance.

You'll live to see that.
He's back there now, meting out your vengeance to them.

_Your_ vengeance.

Do you understand?
And you won't be called to take a hand in the business." Suddenly he pointed toward the cabin, where Thoreau and Mukoki were already at work packing a sledge.