So he grew thin and his brown deer-eyes had a startled look.

Indeed, he hardly slept at all, but watched and dozed beside his little master all night long.
Yet he was always cheerful.

Always ready with stories and songs.

When he could not remember any new-old ones, he took to inventing tales of people who were always in dangers and difficulties, but who took no notice of them, who went on their way trusting in the Truth.
"For! see you!" he would finish gravely, "He who has Truth Need fear no ruth." So, ever and always his hero came out of his trials scathless.
And, by degrees, this faith in final good grew deep into both the boys' hearts, and showed in their very faces.
"By my word!" said the Afghan sentry, whom chance one day sent to guard them.

"Ye be a precious pair of Kings!" He could admire them, though he did not seem in the least ashamed of having yet once more turned his coat; for he was again on Kumran's side.
How time passed none of the prisoners cared to count.