One man turned to speak to the other, and the light fell full on the speaker's face.
Heraklas leaped softly forward, and followed without hesitation.

For the face he had seen was the face of Athribis! There were eight of the Christians.

Heraklas, peering from a distance behind, saw the light held high, as the men paused beside the Christians.

Absolutely exhausted, most of them, by the forced march of the desert, and by the lack of enough food, they were asleep, and Heraklas noted with a great pity their gaunt faces.
Athribis bent eagerly forward, scanning one worn countenance after another.
"Hold the light this way--more this side--here!" he said.
Athribis laid his hand on one sleeper's shoulder, and turned him, slightly.
"This is he!" joyfully exclaimed Athribis.

"This is he! I had feared he was not among these, after all.