"Then I won't go," said Sunlocks, stoutly.
"If you don't," said Jason, "you will break poor old Adam's heart, for I myself will tell him that you might have come to him, and would not."
"Will you tell him why I would not?" said Sunlocks.
"No," said Jason.
There was a pause, and then Jason said, very tenderly, "Will you go, Sunlocks?"
And Sunlocks answered, "Yes."
V.
Jason slept on the form over against the narrow wooden bed of Michael Sunlocks. He lay down at midnight, and awoke four hours later. Then he stepped to the door and looked out. The night was calm and beautiful; the moon was shining, and the little world of Grimsey slept white and quiet under its coverlet of snow. Snow on the roof, snow in the valley, snow on the mountains so clear against the sky and the stars; no wind, no breeze, no sound on earth and in air save the steady chime of the sea below.
It was too early yet, and Jason went back into the house. He did not lie down again lest he should oversleep himself, but sat on his form and waited. All was silent in the home of the priest. Jason could hear nothing but the steady breathing of Sunlocks as he slept.
After awhile it began to snow, and then the moon went out, and the night became very dark.