Those old fellows went right down to the bed rock of human nature back there in Palestine, and it strikes me there's no great difference in that between now and then." "When," said Townshead smiling, "I was a King in Babylon." "No," said Alton reflectively.

"You're a little late on time.

The Christian slave don't quite fit in." Townshead glanced at him sharply, and said nothing, for the rancher had once or twice already somewhat astonished him.
"Well," said Alton, "tell me, Miss Nellie, were the lilies where the ashes hung over the lake?
I want to know all about Carnaby." The girl seemed somewhat thoughtful, and a trifle astonished, but she made the best use of her memory, and Alton listened gravely.

"Yes," he said.

"I seem to see it.