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hing more carefully over the property of the chaplain； he directed that any convict； acting as constable； might at any time 〃search everywhere and anywhere〃 for property supposed to be in the possession of a prisoner。 The chaplain's servant was a prisoner； of course； and North's drawers were ransacked twice in one week by Troke。 North met these impertinences with unruffled brow； and Frere could in no way account for his obstinacy； until the arrival of the Lady Franklin explained the chaplain's apparent coolness。 He had sent in his resignation two months before； and the saintly Meekin had been appointed in his stead。 Frere； unable to attack the clergyman； and indignant at the manner in which he had been defeated； revenged himself upon Rufus Dawes。
CHAPTER XIII。
MR。 NORTH SPEAKS。
The method and manner of Frere's revenge became a subject of whispered conversation on the island。 It was reported that North had been forbidden to visit the convict； but that he had refused to accept the prohibition； and by a threat of what he would do when the returning vessel had landed him in Hobart Town； had compelled the Commandant to withdraw his order。 The Commandant； however； speedily discovered in Rufus Dawes signs of insubordination； and set to work again to reduce still further the 〃spirit〃 he had so ingeniously 〃broken〃。 The unhappy convict was deprived of food； was kept awake at nights； was put to the hardest labour； was loaded with the heaviest irons。 Troke； with devilish malice； suggested that； if the tortured wretch would decline to see the chaplain； some amelioration of his condition might be effected； but his suggestions were in vain。 Fully believing that his death was certain； Dawes clung to North as the saviour of his agonized soul； and rejected all such insidious overtures。 Enraged at this obstinacy； Frere sentenced his victim to the 〃spread eagle〃 and the 〃stretcher〃。
Now the rumour of the obduracy of this undaunted convict who had been recalled to her by the clergyman at their strange interview； had reached Sylvia's ears。 She had heard gloomy hints of the punishments inflicted on him by her husband's order； and asconstantly revolving in her mind was that last conversation with the chaplainshe wondered at the prisoner's strange fancy for a flower； her brain began to thrill with those undefined and dreadful memories which had haunted her childhood。 What was the link between her and this murderous villain？ How came it that she felt at times so strange a sympathy for his fate； and that he who had attempted her lifecherished so tender a remembrance of her as to beg for a flower which her hand had touched？
She questioned her husband concerning the convict's misdoings； but with the petulant brutality which he invariably displayed when the name of Rufus Dawes intruded itself into their conversation； Maurice Frere harshly refused to satisfy her。 This but raised her curiosity higher。 She reflected how bitter he had always seemed against this manshe remembered how； in the garden at Hobart Town； the hunted wretch had caught her dress with words of assured confidenceshe recollected the fragment of cloth he passionately flung from him； and which her affianced lover had contemptuously tossed into the stream。 The name of 〃Dawes〃； detested as it had become to her； bore yet some strange association of comfort and hope。 What secret lurked behind the twilight that had fallen upon her childish memories？ Deprived of the advice of Northto whom； a few weeks back； she would have confided her misgivingsshe resolved upon a project that； for her； was most distasteful。 She would herself visit the gaol and judge how far the rumours of her husband's cruelty were worthy of credit。
One sultry afternoon； when the Commandant had gone on a visit of inspection； Troke； lounging at the door of the New Prison； beheld； with surprise； the figure of the Commandant's lady。
〃What is it； mam？〃 he asked； scarcely able to believe his eyes。
〃I want to see the prisoner Dawes。〃
Troke's jaw fell。
〃See Dawes？〃 he repeated。
〃Yes。 Where is he？〃
Troke was preparing a lie。 The imperious voice； and the clear； steady gaze； confused him。
〃He's here。〃
〃Let me see him。〃
〃He'she's under punishment； mam。〃
〃What do you mean？ Are they flogging him？〃
〃No； but he's dangerous； mam。 The Commandant〃
〃Do you mean to open the door or not； Mr。 Troke？〃
Troke grew more confused。 It was evident that he was most unwilling to open the door。 〃The Commandant has given strict orders〃
〃Do you wish me to complain to the Commandant？〃 cries Sylvia； with a touch of her old spirit； and jumped hastily at the conclusion that the gaolers were； perhaps； torturing the convict for their own entertainment。 〃Open the door at once！at once！〃
Thus commanded； Troke； with a hasty growl of its 〃being no affair of his； and he hoped Mrs。 Frere would tell the captain how it happened〃 flung open the door of a cell on the right hand of the doorway。 It was so dark that； at first； Sylvia could distinguish nothing but the outline of a framework； with something stretched upon it that resembled a human body。 Her first thought was that the man was dead； but this was not sohe groaned。 Her eyes； accustoming themselves to the gloom； began to see what the 〃punishment〃 was。 Upon the floor was placed an iron frame about six feet long； and two and a half feet wide； with round iron bars； placed transversely； about twelve inches apart。 The man she came to seek was bound in a horizontal position upon this frame； with his neck projecting over the end of it。 If he allowed his head to hang； the blood rushed to his brain； and suffocated him； while the effort to keep it raised strained every muscle to agony pitch。 His face was purple； and he foamed at the mouth。 Sylvia uttered a cry。 〃This is no punishment； it's murder！ Who ordered this？〃
〃The Commandant；〃 said Troke sullenly。
〃I don't believe it。 Loose him！〃
〃I daren't mam；〃 said Troke。
〃Loose him； I say！ Hailey！you； sir； there！〃 The noise had brought several warders to the spot。 〃Do you hear me？ Do you know who I am？ Loose him； I say！〃 In her eagerness and compassion she was on her knees by the side of the infernal machine； plucking at the ropes with her delicate fingers。 〃Wretches； you have cut his flesh！ He is dying！ Help！ You have killed him！〃 The prisoner； in fact； seeing this angel of mercy stooping over him； and hearing close to him the tones of a voice that for seven years he had heard but in his dreams； had fainted。 Troke and Hailey； alarmed by her vehemence； dragged the stretcher out into the light； and hastily cut the lashings。 Dawes rolled off like a log； and his head fell against Mrs。 Frere。 Troke roughly pulled him aside； and called for water。 Sylvia； trembling with sympathy and pale with passion； turned upon the crew。 〃How long has he been like this？〃
〃An hour；〃 said Troke。
〃A lie！〃 said a stern voice at the door。 〃He has been there nine hours！〃
〃Wretches！〃 cried Sylvia； 〃you shall hear more of this。 Oh； oh！ I am sick！〃she felt for the wall〃II〃 North watched her with agony on his face； but did not move。 〃I faint。 I〃she uttered a despairing cry that was n