An instant the black eyes lost their gentleness, the thin fingers clutched the silver cross.
"Mother of God! a heretic! a preacher of that doctrine! Never before have I met his kind, nor do I care now to make close acquaintance.

A Puritan! _Sainte Marie_, have mercy! Yet surely in such stress as this we may for the time overlook our differences in faith, and be as men together?
Is it not God's will?
But I know little of conditions.
Is there some path open for escape from here?
Then will I let this Puritan be, save for a prayer to the Virgin." "I fear there is none, unless you know of some back opening to this rock hole." He shook his head sadly, his gaze still on Cairnes.
"None, Monsieur; the passage endeth here." "Then the three of us are safely cooped for those savages to work their will upon.

No pleasant thought that, yet little good can arise from losing hope.

For one, I fight it out, and let others do the praying.
Let us retrace our way to the big room, where we can hold council in more comfort; perchance we may find yet some opening to the upper air.
Cairnes, lay hold upon the other side, and help to bear back this lamed man to the altar." I doubted greatly his compliance with my order, and determined to settle this affair between us without more delay.

But he came forward, unwillingly enough and muttering..