Tempest stood still to watch them go. Then he looked out across the land which was so dear to him with the old light shining in bis eyes. His right hand was closed, as the hand of a man who grasps a rapier-hilt. Presently he spoke, with a half-laugh and a half-break of love in the words.

"To love you isn't enough," he said. "God grant we're ready to suffer and work for you—Canada."