A low exclamation from his companion brought him out of his thoughts.
"Behold!" said Chevrial; and, far away to the right, Dan caught the gleam of a light.
"A ship?" he asked.
"No, no; it is the lighthouse on what you call the Island of Fire. It is America welcoming you, my friend."
And Dan, with a queer lump in his throat, took off his cap.
"America!" he repeated, and Kasia Vard's words leaped into his mind. "The land of freedom!"
"Yes," agreed his companion, softly; "you do well to be proud of her! She is at least more free than any other!"