Let it suffice Thee, Lord, that these have come to meet Thee on Thy way, to ask Thee that not one of their beloved may be passed over now, when Thou comest--_Now!_" The last word was insistent.

And then he passed once more into the prayer that had been the burden of his heart and voice on the night that Alec had first met him.

That seemed to be the one thought of his poor crazed brain--"Come, Lord Jesus!" The little band were standing nearer the trees on the upper side of the open.

They seemed to be praying.

Sophia came to the end of the straggling line they formed, and there halted, doubtful.