"No, I am only blind, the Lord be praised!" replied Caleb.
"Only blind! Whew!" and a long whistle threaded the stillness of the march.
"Silence!" said a gruff voice.
"Can't you see a bit?"
"No, not as you see."
"Haven't you any eyes?" and the boy drew Caleb's face close to his. "Oh, such big eyes! and can't see? But such eyes must see somewhere. Maybe they are like my feet, that look in the direction they aren't going. Can't you see the inside of your head?"
Caleb laughed, and fell in with the mirthful mood of his companion.
"They say I can see out of my ears and from my finger ends."
"I shouldn't wonder," replied the lame boy. "And can you see as well in the dark as in the light?"