So the angel came. It was dark in the prison.
Could Peter see the angel?
Yes; for the angel was bright like the sun, and made the prison light.
The angel touched Peter on the side, and lifted him up, and the chains fell off Peter’s hands.
He told Peter to put on his clothes; and Peter did so. Then the angel said, Follow me. So the angel walked first, and Peter followed him. They went through the prison; but the men at the doors did not see Peter go out, for God made them sleep. Peter was quite surprised; he thought he was dreaming, and that he did not see a real angel.
At last Peter came to a great iron gate. It was fast locked; but the angel took no key to open it. It opened of itself, and let Peter and the angel go through.
Now they were in the street. Still the angel went on, and Peter came after him; but they did not speak a word.
All the people were asleep, and did not know that a bright angel was walking in the street. The angel only walked down one street, and then he went back to heaven, and left Peter standing alone in the street, in the dark.
Peter stood some time thinking to himself, What a wonderful thing has happened! I was shut up in prison; but God has sent his angel to let me out. The king meant to kill me to-morrow, but now I shall not be killed.