Look! It moves." Suddenly they were startled by a mighty voice that seemed to travel far into dark and lonely caverns of the sky.

Like a trumpet-call it resounded over the gloomy hills---that cry of the camel-rider: "Where is he that is born king of the Jews ?" Vergilius whispered, his awe returning: "They are coming--those men who rode the camels." Said David, his voice trembling: "They are like many who have gone abroad with that ancient hope in them." The horsemen now stood, breathing low as they listened.

Vergilius was full of wonder, thinking of the awe which had fallen upon him and the others.

He tried to throw it off.

"We waste time," said he, starting his charger.