Timoteo shivered at the remembered temptation.
He sang again for very joy at having been helped to forgive his enemy.
In the pines Timoteo stopped, and looked upward through the swaying treetops.
"A Dios sea gloria por Jesu-Christo," he murmured reverently.

("To God be glory through Jesus Christ.") THE VICTORY OF QUANG PO Jo bent down and slipped under the barbed wire fence that separated the field back of the Chinese fishing-village from the other fields that stretched away to the houses of the California seaside resort under the pines.

The wind blew pleasantly in from the sparkling bay.
A large number of frames for drying fish stretched away to the back part of the Chinese field.

A great net fifty feet long was spread out on the ground to dry.

Jo looked at the wooden sinkers that were fastened along one side of the net and smiled.