oaned. "Oh, let me go. Let me get away from it."

The big man still gripped him and held him with his face toward the
darkness. "Tell me what you see," he commanded.

Still Harry moaned, and sank upon his knees. "Lord, forgive,
forgive!"

"Tell me what you see," Larry still commanded. He would try to break
up this vision seeing.

"God! It is the eye. It follows me. It is gone." He heaved a great
sigh of relief, but still remained upon his knees, quivering and weak.
"Did you see it? You must have seen it."

"I saw nothing, and you saw nothing. It's in your brain, and your
brain is sick. You must heal it. You must stop it. Stand now, and
conquer it."

Harry stood, shivering. "I wanted to end it. It would have been so
easy, and all over so soon," he murmured.

"And you would die a coward, and so add one more crime to the first.
You'd shirk a duty, and desert those who need you. You'd leave me in
the lurch, and those women dependent on me--wake up--"

"I'm awake. Let's go away." Harry put his hand to his forehead and
wiped away the cold drops that stood out like glistening beads of
blood in the red light of the torch.

Larry grieved for him, in spite of the harshness of his words and
tone, and taking him by the elbow, he led him kindly back into the
passage.

"Don't trouble about me now," Harry said at last. "You've given me a
thought to clutch to--if you really do need me--if I could believe
it."

"Well, you may! Didn't you say you'd do for me more than sons do
for their fathers? I ask you to do just that for me. Live for me. It's
a hard thing to ask of you, for, as you say, the other would be
easier, but it's a coward's way. Don't let it tempt you. Stand to
your guns like a man, and if the time comes and you can't see things
differently, go back and make your confession and die the death--as
a brave man should. Meantime, live to some purpose and do it
cheerfully." Larry paused. His words sank in, as he meant they should.
He guided Harry slowly back to the place from which they had diverged,
his arm across the younger man's shoulder.

"Now I've more to show you. When I saw what I had done, I set myself
to find another vein, and see this large room? I groveled all about
here, this way and that. A year of this, see. It took patience, and in
the meantime I went out into the world--as far as San Francisco, and
wasted a year or more; then back I came.

"I tell you there is a lure in the gold, and the mountains