"I—I—fear that I can do them but little good, and—and I would rather not come again, being sickly and nervous," faltered Father Gray.
"No, my dear good sir! I for one shall not ask you to risk your precious health for such a set of wretches! They are Satan's own! You shall come home to our tent and lie down to rest, and I will make you an egg-caudle that will set you up again," said Mrs. Condiment, tenderly, as the whole party left the cell.
That day the outrageous conduct of the imprisoned burglars was the subject of conversation, even dividing the interest of the religious excitement.
But the next morning the whole community was thrown into a state of consternation by the discovery that the burglars had broken jail and fled, and that the notorious outlaw Black Donald had been in their very midst, disguised as an elderly field preacher.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE VICTORY OVER DEATH.
"Glory to God! to God!" he saith,
"Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected in death."
—E. B. Browning.