Heckewelder stood gazing down into the wan face with its terribly significant smile.
"I brought him out here.

I persuaded him to come!" whispered Heckewelder.

"Oh, Almighty God!" he cried.

His voice broke, and his prayer ended with the mute eloquence of clasped hands and uplifted, appealing face.
"Come out," said Zeisberger, leading him into the larger room.

The others followed, and Jim closed the door.
"What's to be done ?" said Zeisberger, with his practical common sense.