As day after day we sat beside the fire, from hating fate, Regan and I grew to hate each other, hate as two who were dead and laid in two separate graves of black might hate each other if angelhood were to be won by only one of them! Did not Isabella see and know, when she carefully removed every implement which might serve as a weapon? Did she fear when we sat glowering sullenly at the fire and dangerously at each other? Did she not constantly talk, talk, sing, sing? I think that human beings must all grow dangerous if they do not see the sun. One-half this sentiment, which we call “gentleness,” “humanity,” “mercy,” is only sunlight! We were not much troubled when the star began to shake in its shroud. If the rocks should fall, what then? Possibly we should have no more of the terrible life to endure! The shocks grew worse and worse. One night, as we sat hating beside the fire, a part of the wall fell down. We could see the cold, far stars shining into our house, that house which we had builded so strong! The dreadful breath of cold like steel struck upon our faces! It was but for one instant. For once I thought quickly. I caught Isabella in my arms and rushed into the tunnel where the rocks were warm. Where Regan went I did not see. END OF ROY LEE’S JOURNAL. PART II. ISABELLA’S CHRONICLE. CHAPTER VII. THE TORCH. I did not know what had happened. I did not see the walls fall down. It was very dark, and some one held my arm. Then I saw the flare of a torch. I could hear no voice in the commotion, but it was upon Roy Lee’s face that the light of the torch fell. I saw his steel blue eyes in quick search for the cave look swiftly around. Above our heads the tunnel walls were roofed with trees laid crosswise. These were coated with ice; long icicles depended like white swords, gleaming above our heads. When the torch expired we should die in darkness! Roy fastened it carefully among the frozen boughs. Then he came to my side and pushed away from my face the fur cloak. “Come where I can look upon your face, Isabella, for I love you! I have loved you always! When the torch dies out we shall not see again until we see in Heaven!” Then I sat beside him and we watched the torch and spoke of the drear years which had passed, in which we might have been so happy if we had known! And then I remember nothing! END OF ISABELLA’S CHRONICLE. PART III. THE FURTHER HISTORY AS SET FORTH BY THE WHOLE PARTY AND WRITTEN BY THE HISTORIAN. CHAPTER VIII. RED LIGHT. Walls of rock crashed beside Regan; he fell into a chasm where before his eyes flowed volcanoes’ fire. The air was sulphurous. The sea swept upon him through the cleft rocks.