more: the friend of the lost, the lover of the vagabond, and of all who
had no home:

"Strangers come to the outer walls--
(Why do the sleepers stir?)
Strangers enter the Judgment House--
(Why do the sleepers sigh?)
Slow they rise in their judgment seats,
Sieve and measure the naked souls,
Then with a blessing return to sleep--
(Quiet the Judgment House.)
Lone and sick are the vagrant souls--
(When shall the world come home?)"

He reflected upon the words, and a feeling of awe came over him, for he
had been in the White Valley and had seen the Scarlet Hunter. But there
came at once also a sinister desire to play a game for this man's
life-work here. He knew that the other was ready for any wild move; there
was upon him the sense of failure and disgust; he was acted on by the
magic of the night, the terrible delight of the scene, and that might be
turned to advantage.

He said: "Am I not right? There is something in the world greater than
the creeds and the book of the Mass. To be free and to enjoy, that is the
thing. Never before have you felt what you feel here now. And I will show
you more. I will teach you how to know, I will lead you through all the
north and make you to understand the big things of life. Then, when you
have known, you can return if you will. But now--see: I will tell you
what I will do. Here on this great platform we will play a game of cards.
There is a man whose life I can ruin. If you win I promise to leave him