Chapter XXVI.
The Valley of the Shadow of Death.
Red Jason and Michael Sunlocks, now lashed together, were driven back to their work like beasts of the field. They knew well what their punishment meant to them—that in every hour of life henceforward, in ever act, through every thought, each man should drag a human carcass by his side. The barbarity of their doom was hideous; but strangely different were the ways they accepted it. Michael Sunlocks was aflame with indignation; Jason was crushed with shame. The upturned face of Sunlocks was pale, his flaxen hair was dishevelled, his bloodshot eyes were afire. But Jason's eyes, full of confusion, were bent on the ground, his tanned face trembled visibly, and his red hair, grown long as of old, fell over his drooping shoulders like a mantle of blood.
And as they trudged along, side by side, in the first hours of their unnatural partnership, Sunlocks struggled hard to keep his eyes from the man with whom he was condemned to live and die, lest the gorge of his very soul should rise at the sight of him. So he never once looked at Jason through many hours of that day. And Jason, on his part, labouring with the thought that it was he who by his rash act had brought both of them to this sore pass, never once lifted his eyes to the face of Sunlocks.
Yet each man knew the other's thought before ever a word had passed between them. Jason felt that Sunlocks already abhorred him, and Sunlocks knew that Jason was ashamed. This brought them after a time into sympathy of some sort, and Jason tried to speak and Sunlocks to listen.
"I did not mean to bring you to this," said Jason humbly. And Sunlocks, with head aside, answered as well as he could for the disgust that choked him, "You did it for the best."
"But you will hate me for it," said Jason.
And once again, with what composure he could command, Sunlocks answered, "How could I hate you for saving me from such brutal treatment?"
"Then you don't regret it?" said Jason pleadingly.
"It is for you, not me, to regret it," said Sunlocks.
"Me?" said Jason.
Through all the shameful hours, the sense of his own loss had never yet come to him. From first to last he had thought only of Sunlocks.
