door swung open, the children came forth, but upon the threshold
Paulina paused, glanced into the cell, ran back and throwing herself
at the prisoner's feet, seized his hand and kissed it again and
again with loud weeping.

For a single instant the man yielded her his hand, and then in a
voice stern but not unkind, he said, "Go. My children are in your
keeping. Be faithful."

At once the woman rose and came back to the door where Mrs. French
stood waiting for her.

As they passed on, the guard turned to the men and said briefly, "Come."

As they were about to enter the cell, the boy suddenly left
Paulina's side, ran to Simon Ketzel and clutching firm hold
of his hand said, "Let me go with you."

"Go back," said the guard, but the boy still clung to Ketzel's hand.

"Oh, let him go," said Mrs. French. "He will do no harm." And the
guard gave grudging permission.

With a respectful, almost reverential mien, the men entered the cell,
knelt before the prisoner and kissed his hand. The moments were
precious and there was much to say and do, so Kalmar lost no time.

"I have sent for you," he said, "first to give you my report
which you will send back to headquarters."