"What business had he with lepers?"
"All the world knew it, and he had caught it himself."
"Then we will delay no longer. God will know His own." And then he gave the fatal order.
"Gather brushwood, sticks, reeds, all that will burn, and pile it in the mouth of the cave."
They did so.
"Fire it."
The dense clouds of smoke arose, and as they hoped in their cruelty, were sucked inward.
"There must be a through draught."
"Can they get out?"