In a moment the room was full.

A crowd of bare heads peered in at the door.

No one spoke; all were gazing at Benedetto, and they were reverent and respectful.
Benedetto greeted them with both hands, with widespread arms.
"I thank you," he said.

"Pray, as I have surely taught some of you to do.

And may God be with you always!" A big, stout man answered, his face crimson: "We will pray, but you are not going to die.