And then something caught his eyes among the flowers, and Joanne drew him a step nearer, her eyes shining like velvet stars, while his heart beat faster when he saw what the object was.

It was a book, open in the middle, and it lay face downward on the grave.

It was old, and looked as though it might have fallen into dust at the touch of his finger.

Joanne's voice was low and filled with a whispering awe.
"It was her Bible, John!" He turned a little, and noticed that Donald had gone to the mouth of the cavern, and was looking toward the mountain.
"It was her Bible," he heard Joanne repeating; and then MacDonald turned toward them, and he saw in his face a look that seemed strange and out of place in this home of his dead.

He went to him, and Joanne followed.
MacDonald had turned again--was listening--and holding his breath.