striking contrast in face and figure--the governor long, lanky, ascetic
in appearance, very intellectual save for the riotous mouth, and very
spick and span--as though he had just stepped out of Almack's; while
Calhoun was tough and virile, and with the air of a thorough outdoor
man. There was in his face the firm fighting look of one who had done
things and could tackle big affairs--and something more; there was in
it quiet exultation. Here he was now at last alone with the man who had
done him great harm, and for whom he had done so much; who had sought to
wipe him off the slate of life and being; who had tried to win the girl
from whom he himself had been parted.

In spite of it all--of his life in jail, of his stark mutiny, of
the oppression of the governor, he had not been beaten down, but had
prospered in spite of all. He had by his will, wisdom and military
skill, saved the island in its hour of peril, saved its governor from
condemnation; and here he was facing the worst enemy of his life with
the cards of success in his hands.

"You have done the island and England great service, Mr. Calhoun," said
the governor at last.

"It is the least I could do for the land where I have made my home,
where I have reaped more than I have sown."

"We know your merit, sir."

A sharp satirical look came into Calhoun's face and his voice rang out
with vigour. "And because you knew my merit you advised the crown to
confine me to my estate, and you would have had me shot if you could.
I am what I am because there was a juster man than yourself in Jamaica.
Through him I got away and found treasure, and I bought land and have
helped to save this island and your place. What do I owe you, your
honour? Nothing that I can see--nothing at all."

"You are a mutineer, and but that you showed your courage would have
been hung at the yard-arm, as many of your comrades in England were."

A cold smile played at Calhoun's lips. "My luck was as great as my
courage, I know. I have the luck of Enniscorthy!"

At the last words the governor winced, for it was by that touch Calhoun
had defeated him in the duel long ago. It galled him that this man whom
he detested could say such things to him with truth. Yet in his heart of
hearts he had for Calhoun a great respect. Calhoun's invincible will
had conquered the worst in Mallow's nature, had, in spite of himself,
created a new feeling in him. There was in Mallow the glimmer of
greatness, and