of this strange expansion of time, until at last Stephens reminded Sadie that she had left her remark unfinished.
“Oh yes; it was the wall picture on that temple that I was thinking of. Do you remember the poor string of prisoners who are being dragged along to the feet of the great king—how dejected they looked among the warriors who led them? Who could—who could have thought that within three hours the same fate should be our own? And Mr. Headingly—” She turned her face away and began to cry.
“Don’t take on, Sadie,” said her aunt; “remember what the minister said just now, that we are all right there in the hollow of God’s hand. Where do you think we are going, Mr. Stephens?”
The red edge of his Baedeker still projected from the lawyer’s pocket, for it had not been worth their captor’s while to take it. He glanced down at it.
“If they will only leave me this, I will look up a few references when we halt. I have a general idea of the country, for I drew a small
