And as I expressed my indignation in a fairly strong, a foreman approached me and said:

– We go again, Bruce? … Do you go crazy again?

– Are you crazy? … I! I exclaimed.

The foreman turned away, as had suspended my work, I received that night ….. humiliating correction

For eight days, I cried, I was outraged, I appealed to the justice of men, to God …..

Wasted effort!

A few spoke of my birth and my rank in society, only managed to shrug and looking at me with pity. All I repeated that I was Walter Bruce, a native of Perth, Scotland, and had been convicted of theft and five years of deportation and public works.

Here Mr. Bruce paused for a moment, as if crushed under the weight of his memories.

Tom looked at him in silence, his eyes filled with tears …..