And so that night, and with it the crisis of Tom Drift's life, was passed.
There was no more difficulty now for Jim Halliday.

Tom even gave me up when he heard how I had come into my master's possession.
Then he asked about Charlie, and Jim told him all he knew.

And so the weeks went on, and hope once more lit up Tom Drift's face.

How could I help rejoicing in the share I had had in this blessed work of restoration?
Alas! how fleeting is this world's satisfaction! A short time afterwards, only a week or so before the termination of Tom Drift's imprisonment, my master was returning home from the gaol, tired- out after his day's work.

His way lay over a place half brickfield, half common, across which a narrow footpath went.