"'Do you call yourself a Christian, Axel, and say that it's none of our business whether or not these two good young men are murdered, under our very eyes?'
"'What are you going to do about it? The priest's word is law here. And how do you know anyway, that they're not a menace to the church? Mon, you're too easily influenced.'
"'Come talk to them yourself. They're anxious to see you,' I returned.
"And so after some persuasion, I led the warden to the cell. We approached cautiously and unobserved.
"They were both kneeling in silent prayer, their faces upturned with a rapt expression of those oblivious to all earthly things and interests.
"The warden's expression, at first curious, turned to one of sympathy. 'Damn!' he muttered.
"The young men started, opened their eyes and on seeing us, arose from their knees.
"'Sorry to disturb you gentlemen. I'm damn sorry for you for I see you're the good sort. What made you such fools as to oppose the priest? Law's tight here.'
"The young missionaries smiled calmly.
"'Do not pity us, friend; we are honored to die for Christ. I wish that you could feel that.'