No one had come to-day with food, because the Christian had been sent to keep the leopard company! The village, some distance away, was quiet.

Scarcely had he gone a score of steps before he saw a star reflected in a spring at his feet.

Timokles dropped upon his knees, and with thankfulness drank of the refreshing water.

How he had longed for some, as he had lain on the roof under the parching sun this day! He bathed his scratched arm, which had ceased to bleed but still felt very sore.
Carefully Timokles crept over the fallen remnants of the old building.

Then he turned from the direction in which the village lay, and set his face toward the northern limestone hills.
He was concealed among them when the sun rose.