But he was sure of life.

He couldn't die there like a brute.

He had to go back and he would go back alive and well; for God was a gentleman, whatever else He was, and above practical jokes of that sort.

Then he seemed to know he was losing strength, and he cried out for a picture, as if he must at least have that before he went.

Weak as he was, he tried to turn on his side to search for it.