Genung was the first to collect his scattered senses and, beckoning to Reuben, he said: "My good man, lead us in prayer." Reuben obeyed instantly, and every one knelt. For a few seconds there was profound silence and then Reuben repeated word for word the ninety-first Psalm. Though each may have interpreted it differently, every soul in that group realized that God is "friendly."
Hernando's eyes looked bluer than ever under the snow-white curls. The old hurt look was gone and in its place was one pure and full of loving compassion for the sufferings of others. The glow of perfect health was in his cheeks and his frame was vigorous. Mr. Genung hung about him as one raised from the dead and, as Hernando lovingly stroked those locks, silvered through sorrow for him, he again and again thanked them all for their loyal friendship.
"My life has been spared for some definite purpose and it shall be my duty to find out what that is," he concluded.
Dinner was announced—such a dinner!
