Drop by drop the blood went out of his face until it was whiter than Father Layonne's.
"You--you don't--mean--" "Yes, yes, boy, I mean just that," said the missioner, in a voice so strange that it did not seem to be his own.

"You are not going to die, Jimmy.

You are going to live!" "Live!" Kent dropped back against his pillows.

"LIVE!" His lips gasped the one word.
He closed his eyes for an instant, and it seemed to him that the world was aflame.

And he repeated the word again, but only his lips formed it, and there came no sound.