perspective becomes confused, outlines jumble,
figures are inverted, lights and shadows intermingle their chameleon
hues, until under widened folds of British and Russian canvas "Lion" and
"Bear" divide the "foray," still regarding each other with "rolling eyes
of prey."

From such chimeras Oswald turns to more prosaic matters.

Many books had been brought on this far journey. Long, tedious hours are
beguiled in the perusal of their contents. History, politics, war,
poetry, religion, and romance are freely discussed by different members
of the party during hours spent in camp. Both German and Russian speak
English fairly well; the Hindu guide is easily understood. There is a
plentiful supply of rifles, swords, knives, and ammunition. When
possible, all camp near together, taking proper precautions against
attacks from roving bands of marauders.

Oswald's most intimate associates are the chief, German, American, and
Russian. These are not afflicted with curiosity as to each other's past.
The chief is under sealed orders; both German and Russian had left their
respective countries for good of Kaiser and Tsar; the American is an
adventurous son of millionaire residing in New York. Weary of ennui in
the metropolis, this Yankee aristocrat seeks diversion in trips to all
parts of the globe. All of these are recipients of classic culture.

Oswald's experiences had been most limited, but of greatest intensity.
Since his Northfield romance, pain of years had crowded into a few brief
months. The face of Esther Randolph is indelibly painted on his memory.
Now free from haunting fear of detection, Oswald can more rationally
review the events driving him into indefinite exile from home and
friends. Doubtless Sir Donald and Esther believed him dead. They never
could accuse him of murdering Alice Webster, but surely would charge
this crime and his own death upon Paul Lanier. The lake tragedy was
conclusive. Would not Esther have sad recollections of the man who
sought her hand and met such death? That she would never marry another
he is sure. Has this lovely girl entered upon her chosen mission? To
himself he says:

"One so pure should find refuge from earth's coarse pleasures in holy
consecration to spiritual ideals. How grand the influences of those
moral advisers whose teachings had directed her feet aright.

"Could I only see father and mother! What sleepless nights they must
have passed since my disguised exit from that ho