Lo, Michael!

by Grace Livingston Hill


Contents

[Chapter I]
[Chapter II]
[Chapter III]
[Chapter IV]
[Chapter V]
[Chapter VI]
[Chapter VII]
[Chapter VIII]
[Chapter IX]
[Chapter X]
[Chapter XI]
[Chapter XII]
[Chapter XIII]
[Chapter XIV]
[Chapter XV]
[Chapter XVI]
[Chapter XVII]
[Chapter XVIII]
[Chapter XIX]
[Chapter XX]
[Chapter XXI]
[Chapter XXII]
[Chapter XXIII]
[Chapter XXIV]
[Chapter XXV]
[Chapter XXVI]
[Chapter XXVII]
[Chapter XXVIII]
[Chapter XXIX]

“But, lo, Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me.”

—DANIEL, 10:13.

Chapter I

“Hi, there! Mikky! Look out!”

It was an alert voice that called from a huddled group of urchins in the forefront of the crowd, but the child flashed past without heeding, straight up the stone steps where stood a beautiful baby smiling on the crowd. With his bundle of papers held high, and the late morning sunlight catching his tangle of golden hair, Mikky flung himself toward the little one. The sharp crack of a revolver from the opposite curbstone was simultaneous with their fall. Then all was confusion.