“I am accursed!—What dost thou wish?”
“I wish to save thee,” answered the Apostle.
Chilo supported himself against a tree. His legs bent under him, and his arms hung parallel with his body.
“For me there is no salvation,” said he, gloomily.
“Hast thou heard how God forgave the thief on the cross who pitied Him?” inquired Paul.
“Dost thou know what I have done?”
“I saw thy suffering, and heard thy testimony to the truth.”
“O Lord!”
“And if a servant of Christ forgave thee in the hour of torture and death, why should Christ not forgive thee?”
Chilo seized his head with both hands, as if in bewilderment.