Seaton laughed.

"Oh, that goes without saying! Did you ever hear of any scientist
possessing a secret drawn from the soul of nature that was not
called 'mad' at once by his compeers and the public? I can stand
THAT accusation! Pray Heaven I never get as mad as a Wall Street
gambler!"

"You will, if you gamble with the lives of nations!" said Gwent.

"Let the nations beware how they gamble with their own lives!"
retorted Seaton--"You say war is a method of money-making--let them
take heed how they touch money coined in human blood! I--one man
only,--but an instrument of the Supreme Intelligence,--I say and
swear there shall be no more wars!"

As he uttered these words there was something almost supernatural in
the expression of his face--his attitude, proudly erect, offered a
kind of defiance to the world,--and involuntarily Gwent, looking at
him, thought of the verse in the Third Psalm--

"I laid me down and slept; I awaked for the Lord sustained me. I
will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people that have set
themselves against me round about."

"No--he would not be afraid!" Gwent mused--"He is a man for whom
there is no such thing as fear! But--if it knew--the world might be
afraid of HIM!"

Aloud he said--"Well, you may put an end to war, but you will never