"Do you not know me? Do you not remember our awful week together in the prison at Urfa, expecting death. I am John Grayson."
"With that white hair! I thought you were dead."
"So I thought of you, and with more reason. I thought all the band who watched and prayed together through those sad days were gone to God—save me."
For a moment both were silent. Jack did not care, until he knew more, to look again in the face of his friend. He could not but remember there was only one way of escape for any of that devoted group. Kaspar divined his thought, and said,—
"No; I have not denied the faith. Though, if the same trial came again, I dare not answer for myself. Strangely enough, Mr. Grayson, it was through you my life was saved."
"How could that be?"
"I will tell you when I find my sister a place to rest in."
"The young lady is your sister? May I——"
But the captain came up just then, interrupting them.
"Come along," he said to Kaspar, with rough kindliness, "I will find a place to stow you in. Don't be afraid, young lady." Then to the boy, "Run along, my boy, to that ladder you see leading down below."