An enormous dust-heap, swarming with vermin, that's all." Dismas sat on his stone with folded hands, pale as a corpse.
"Barabbas, my comrade," he said at last, "it is your bad angel that speaks." "Why don't you praise him, Dismas?
Why don't you shout for joy?
My message has redeemed you.

You think because you've attacked, slain, and plundered unsuspecting travellers that everlasting hell must be your portion.

My strong message does away with hell.

Do you see that ?" The other replied: "I heard a prophet in the wilderness cry that a man whom God had damned could be saved by repentance.

Your damnation, Barabbas, never! No Almighty God! Everything a dry, swarming dust-heap, and no escape! Frightful, frightful!" "Do you know, Dismas, your lamentations don't amuse me ?" said the other, supporting himself on his hands and knees like a four-footed beast.