tyrant. But all the while she had to cry without tears and curse
only in the dark silence of her heart, though she was near to
betraying herself a hundred times a day.

"Oh, it is cruel," she thought, "very, very cruel. Is this what I
have waited for all this weary, weary time?"

And though so lately her love had fought with her pity to prove that
it was best for both of them that Sunlocks should remain blind, she
found it another disaster now, in the dear inconsistency of
womanhood, that he should die on the eve of regaining his sight.

"He will never see his boy," she thought, "never, never, never now."

Yet she could hardly believe it true that the cruel chance could
befall. What good would the death of Sunlocks do to anyone? Whatpoor, timid
thing he had been, turned upon him with the courage of a lion.

"It means," he said, face to face with him, "that I am a wretched
coward and you are a damned tyrant."

While they stood together so, the report of a cannon came from the
bay. It was a loud detonation, that seemed to heave the sea and shake
the island. Jorgen knew what it meant. It meant that the English
man-of-war had come.

The Danish sloop struck her colors, and Adam Fairbrother came ashore.
He heard what had happened, and gathered with the others where Jason
lay with his calm face towards the sky. And going down on his knees
he whispered into the deaf ear, "My brave lad, your troubled life is
over, your stormy soul is in its rest. Sleep on, sleep well,