Far overhead sailed the sacred hawk of Egypt, and the bird's piercing cry, full of melancholy, reached Timokles' ears.

The shadow of a palm tree stretched outward and touched him.
"Oh, God!" whispered Timokles reverently, "Thou west Daniel's God.
Thou art mine!" Night had fallen.

Timokles, lying in the dark, heard a sound beside the building.

Some one was coming! Timokles crept to the roof's edge farthest from the sound, and lay down.
The head of a man appeared above the roof's level.

Evidently he was not accustomed to the roof, for he was very cautious in his movements, and tested every step he took.