Michael Sunlocks grew yet more painful, and
he slept even less than before. Next day the power of life was low in
him, and seeing this, Jason said, when the warders stepped up to lash
them together, "He is ill, and not fit to go out. Let me work alone
to-day. I'll do enough for both of us."

But no heed was paid to Jason's warning, and Michael Sunlocks was
driven out by his side. All that day, the third of their life
together, they worked with difficulty, for the wound in the hand of
Sunlocks was not only a trouble to himself but an impediment to Jason
also. Yet Jason gave no hint of that, but kept the good spade going
constantly, with a smile on his face through the sweat that stood on
it, and little stolenand drag a human
body after him. But the warders only laughed at his protest, and once
again he was driven out by Jason's side.

Long and heavy were the hours that followed, but Sunlocks, being once
started on his way, bore up under it very bravely, murmuring as
little as he might, out of thought for Jason. And Jason helped along
his stumbling footsteps as well as he could for the arm that was
bound to him. And seeing how well they worked by this double power of
human kindness, the warders laughed again, and made a mock at
Sunlocks for his former cry of weakness. And so, amid tender words
between themselves, and jeers cast in upon them by the warders, they
made shift to cheat time of another weary day.

The fifth day went by like the