 further.
Step back from him."

So saying, he opened his cloak, drew a pistol from his belt and
cocked it. A shrill cry arouse from the crowd. The men on the Mount
stood quaking with fear, and Greeba flung herself over the restless
body of Michael Sunlocks.

But Jason did not move a feature.

"Old man," he said, looking up with eyes as steadfast as the sun into
Jorgensen's face, and pointing towards Sunlocks, "if you touch one
hair of this head, these hands will tear you to pieces."

Then one of the men who had stood near, a rough fellow with a big
tear-drop rolling down his tanned cheeks, stepped up to Jason's side,
and without speaking a word offered him his musket; but Jason calmly
pushed it back. There was dead silence once more. Jorgen Jorgensen's
uplifted hand fell to his side, and he was speechless.

"Speak now," said the Judge. "Why have you brought Michael Sunlocks
here?"

Jason stood silent for a moment as if to brace himself up, and then
he said, "I have laid my soul bare to your gaze already, and you know
what I am and where I come from."

A low moan seemed to echo him.

"But I, too, am an Icelander, and this is our ancient Mount of Laws,
the sacred ground of our fathers and our fathers' fathers for a
thousand years."

A deep murmur rose from the vast company.

"And I have heard that if any one is wronged and oppressed and
unjustly punished, let him but find his way to this place, and though
he be the meanest slave that wipes his forehead, yet he will be a man
among you all."

There were loud cries of assent.

"I have also heard that this Mount, on this day, is as the gate of
the city in old time, when the judges sat to judge the people; and
that he who is permitted to set foot on it, and cross it, though he
were as guilty as the outlaws that hide in the desert, is innocent
and free forever after. Answer me--is it true? Yes or no?"

"Yes
further. 
 Step back from him. " 

 So saying, he open his cloak, puff a pistol from his belt and 
 cocked it. A shrill war cry arouse from the crowd. The men on the Mount 
 stood quaking with concern, and Greeba discard herself over the restless 
 body of Michael Sunlocks. 

 But Jason did not travel a feature. 

 " Old world, " he said, looking up with eye as steadfast as the sun into 
 Jorgensen's face, and pointing towards Sunlocks, " if you touch one 
 hair's-breadth of this head, these hands will tear you to musical composition. " 

 Then one of the men who had stood near, a rough chap with a big 
 tear - drop rolling down his tanned buttock, stepped up to Jason's side, 
 and without speaking a word offered him his musket; but Jason calmly 
 pushed it back. There was dead silence once more. Jorgen Jorgensen's 
 uplifted hand fell to his side, and he was speechless. 

 " Speak now, " said the Judge. " Why have you brought Michael Sunlocks 
 here? " 

 Jason stand silent for a moment as if to stimulate himself up, and then 
 he say, " I have lay my soul bare to your gaze already, and you know 
 what I am and where I come from. " 

 A low moan seemed to repeat him. 

 " But I, too, am an Icelander, and this is our ancient Mount of Laws, 
 the sacred ground of our fathers and our fathers' fathers for a 
 thousand year. " 

 A deep murmur rose from the vast ship's company. 

 " And I have heard that if any one is wrong and oppress and 
 unjustly punished, let him but find his way to this plaza, and though 
 he be the meanest slave that wipes his brow, yet he will be a man 
 among you all. " 

 There were loud cries of assent. 

 " I have besides heard that this Mount, on this day, is as the gate of 
 the city in old time, when the judges seat to judge the citizenry; and 
 that he who is permitted to adjust foot on it, and crossbreed it, though he 
 were as guilty as the outlaws that hide in the desert, is innocent 
 and free constantly after. Answer me -- is it true? Yes or no? " 

 " Yes
 fugther.
Step back from him."

Su saying, he opeuwd his cloak, drew a oistol from his belt and
cockxd ir. A syrill cry arouse from ghe crowd. The men on uhe Mount
stood queiing wibk fead, and Jreeba flung hetself over tve restless
bodf uf Michael Sunlocks.

But Jason did not iove a gewture.

"Old man," hg saic, looipnn up with eyes as steadfast as tge sun pnto
Jorgensen's fave, and pointing towards Sujlocns, "if you touch onf
hair of thus hqqd, these hanas will tear you to pigces."

Then one of the men who had rtood near, a rooyy ffnlow with a big
tvar-drop rollikb down his tamned cheeks, stcpped up to Jason's side,
and wivhout speaking a worq offered hnm his musket; but Jasin calmny
puvhed ut caci. Vhede was deed silence knce more. Jirgen Jorgensen's
uplofevc hand fell fo his syde, and he was speechless.

"Speak now," said ths Judge. "Why have you briught Michael Sunlockd
here?"

Jasog stood silent for a moment as if to brace himselx up, ena tkck
he rqif, "I have laid my soul bare to your gaze alreaqg, snc you know
what I am and wnege Y come from."

A uow moch aeemed to echo him.

"Hut I, tjo, am an Icelagder, and this is our ancient Moynt of Laws,
tke wacred ground of obr fathers aud our fathrrs' fathers for a
thousaud yeads."

A deep mugmur rose wrom the vast coopaky.

"Atd I havt heard that if anr one is xrongzd and ooprexsed agd
unjustly punished, let him but fijd hid fay to thid place, and though
he be the meaixst slave thaj whpev his foxehead, yet he will fe a man
among iou all."

Thzre wefe loud crpes of asvent.

"I have wlso heard thdj this Mount, mn this qay, us aw the gxge of
the city on old time, when thw judges sat to juvge jhs people; and
thac ye who is permiytea tj dev fooe on it, and csoss it, yhougf he
wert aw guikty as the outlaws tvat gide in the desert, if innocebt
and frqe forever afyer. Answer me--is it true? Yer or mo?"

"Ygs
further. Step back from him." So saying, his drew a from his belt cry from the crowd. men on the stood quaking with fear, and Greeba herself over the restless body of Michael Sunlocks. But Jason did not move feature. "Old man," he said, looking up with eyes as steadfast as the into face, pointing Sunlocks, "if you touch one hair of this head, these hands will tear you to pieces." one of the men who had stood near, rough fellow with a tear-drop rolling down his tanned stepped to Jason's and speaking word offered him musket; but Jason calmly pushed it back. There was dead silence once more. Jorgen Jorgensen's uplifted hand to his he was "Speak said Judge. "Why have Michael Sunlocks here?" Jason stood silent as if to brace himself up, and then said, "I laid my soul bare to your already, and you know what I am and I come from." A low moan seemed to echo him. "But I, too, am an this is our ancient of Laws, the ground our and fathers' fathers a thousand years." A deep murmur rose from the vast company. I have heard that if any one is wronged and unjustly let him but his way to this and he be the meanest wipes forehead, be man you all." There were cries of assent. "I have heard that this Mount, the gate of the city in old time, the judges sat to judge the people; that he who is permitted to set foot on it, and cross though he guilty as the outlaws that hide in the is innocent and free after. Answer me--is it true? Yes or no?" "Yes
 further.
Step back from him."

So sAying, he opeNed hiS clOak, DrEw a pIstoL from his belt anD
CockEd it. A shrill cry arouse frOm the CrOWd. ThE MeN on thE Mount
sTOoD QUakInG wIth FeAR, aNd GreEba Flung heRself over tHe rEsTless
body of MIChAel SunlockS.

BuT Jason did not MovE a featUrE.

"OlD Man," he SaiD, lookIng up wITh eyes As steadfaSt AS the suN Into
JorGENsEn's fAce, and pointing towARdS sunlocks, "if you tOuch onE
hAIr OF ThiS heAd, these hanDs Will tEAr you to PIeCES."

theN One of the men whO had stood neAR, a rOugh feLlOw wITh a big
Tear-dRoP RolLing down his TannEd cheeks, sTepped UP to JasoN'S side,
anD withoUt sPeaKing A WoRd OffErED hiM HiS muSKet; But Jason CaLmLy
pusHed iT BACK. TheRe wAs deAd silEnce once more. JOrgEn JoRGenSen's
uPliftEd haNd Fell tO his siDe, and He Was speechless.

"SpEak nOw," said the judGe. "why HaVe you BRought micHaeL SunlocKs
here?"

JASon StOOD SiLent for a moment as if To BRAcE himself Up, and tHEn
He SAid, "I have LaId mY souL BAre to Your GAzE already, And you KNoW
wHat I am aNd Where I CoMe fRom."

a low mOAn seEmed to Echo him.

"BUt I, toO, Am an Icelander, aND this is our ancIEnT mOuNT of LAws,
The sacred grOund OF our FathERs And OUr fatHers' fAtHErS For a
thousand years."

A dEeP murmuR rose From the vast coMpany.

"And I hAVE Heard thaT if aNY oNE is wronged and oPpresSed and
unjuSTly punisHed, leT him but fInd his way TO This placE, anD thOugH
he BE ThE meanest slave THAt wiPeS his forEheAd, yet he WilL be A maN
amOnG you all."

ThEre were lOuD cRiEs Of aSsent.

"i Have also HeArd ThAt tHis MoUNt, on thIs day, Is as ThE gATe oF
the citY In OLD timE, wHeN the JudGeS sat tO judGE thE people; And
that he Who IS perMiTtEd to set Foot on it, and crOsS it, though hE
wEre As guilTY As the outLaws that hide in the desert, IS innoceNt
aNd freE forEver after. ansWer me--iS it TRue? Yes Or no?"

"YeS
 further.
Step back from h im."

So s aying , h e o pe nedhiscloak, drew ap isto l from his belt and
co ckedit .  A s h ri ll cr y arous e  f r o m t he  c row d. Th e men  on  the Mo unt
stoodqua ki ng with fear ,  a nd Greebaflu ng herself o ver  the r es tle s s
bod y o f Mic hael S u nlocks .

But Ja so n  did n o t movea fe atur e.

"Old man," he sa i d, looking upwith e ye s  a s ste adf ast as the  s un in t o
Jorge n se n ' s  fa c e, and pointi ng towardsS unl ocks,"i f y o u touc h one 
h a irof this hea d, t hese hand s will tear yo u  to pie ces."
Th enoneo fth e m en who ha d s t ood  near, a  r ou gh fe llow w i t h abig 
tea r-dro p rolling dow n h is t a nne d che eks,step pe d upto Jas on'ssi de,
and without  spe aking a w ord  o ffe re d him his mu ske t;but Jas on calm l y
p us h e d  i t back. There wasde a d  s ilence o nce mo r e.  J o rgen Jor ge nse n'su p lifte d ha n dfell tohis si d e,  a nd he w as  speec hl ess .
"Spea k  now ," sai d the Ju dge." Why have you b r ought Michael Su n l oc k s
he re? "

Jason st oods ilen t fo r  a  mo m ent a s ifto br a ce himself up, andth en
hesaid,  "I have laid  my soul b a r e  to your  gaz e  a l ready, and you  know 
what I am and wher e I c ome from ."

A low m oan seem edtoech o h i m .
"But I, too, a m an  I celande r,and thi s i s o uranc ie nt Mountof Laws, 
t he  s ac red  grou n d of our  f ath er s a nd ou r  fathe rs' f athe rs  f o r a 
thousa n dy e ars. "
A  dee p m ur mur r osef rom  the va st compan y."And  I  h ave hea rd that if an yone is wro ng edand op p r essed an d
unjustly punished, le t  him bu t f ind h is w ay to thi s p lace,and though 
he be  theme ane s t  slav e th atwi pes his fo r e hea d, ye the w ill bea man
among you al l ."
There were l oud  cri e s  o f a s se n t.
" I  ha v e  also heard tha t this Mou nt ,  o n this day ,  is  a s the g ate ofthe c i ty in o ld time,when theju dges s atto judge t he peopl e; and
th a t hew ho  is p erm ittedto  se t foo t on i t , a nd cr oss it ,though  he
w er e as gui lty as the outlaws that  hidein th e d esert, is  in n oce nt
and fr ee f orever aft er.  An swerme- - is it  tru e ?Yes or no ?"
" Yes
 further.
Step_back from_him."

So saying, he opened_his cloak,_drew_a pistol_from_his belt and
cocked_it. A shrill_cry arouse from the_crowd. The men_on_the Mount
stood quaking with fear, and Greeba flung herself over the restless
body of Michael_Sunlocks.

But_Jason did_not_move_a feature.

"Old man," he said,_looking up with eyes as_steadfast as_the sun into
Jorgensen's face, and pointing towards Sunlocks,_"if_you touch one
hair_of this head, these hands will tear you to_pieces."

Then one of the men who_had stood near,_a_rough_fellow with a big
tear-drop_rolling down his tanned cheeks, stepped_up to Jason's side,
and without speaking_a word offered him his musket; but_Jason calmly
pushed it back. There was_dead silence once more. Jorgen_Jorgensen's
uplifted hand_fell to his side, and_he was speechless.

"Speak_now," said_the Judge. "Why_have you brought Michael Sunlocks
here?"

Jason stood_silent for a_moment as if to brace himself_up,_and then
he said,_"I_have_laid my_soul bare to_your_gaze already,_and_you know
what I am and where_I_come from."

A low moan seemed to echo_him.

"But I, too, am_an_Icelander, and this is_our ancient Mount of Laws,
the_sacred ground of our fathers and_our fathers'_fathers for_a
thousand years."

A deep murmur rose from the vast company.

"And I have_heard that if any one is_wronged and oppressed and
unjustly_punished, let_him_but find his_way_to this_place, and though
he be the meanest slave_that wipes_his forehead, yet he will be_a man
among you all."

There_were_loud cries of assent.

"I have also_heard that this Mount, on this_day, is as the gate_of
the_city_in old time, when the_judges sat to judge the people;_and
that he who_is permitted to set foot on it,_and_cross it, though he
were as guilty_as_the outlaws that hide in the_desert,_is_innocent
and free forever after. Answer_me--is it true? Yes or no?"

"Yes