"Tell me some of the wonderful signs."
"He makes a great light, and we read it in the light. He makes a great noise, and we know what he says."
"Does he make a great light and a great noise up there?" and John pointed up to the heavens.
"Yes."
"Then why did you lie to me when you said that he speaks to you in the cave?"
"We can understand it only in the cave."
While they were thus speaking John held the stone cross in his hand, and the Krishnos eyed him curiously. He finally saw the movement, and, quick as a flash, he reached down in his pocket, unobserved by them, and drew forth one of the wooden matches, which they had made at the Cataract.
"What is this?" he asked sternly, pointing to the cross.
They raised their hands and rolled their eyes upwardly, as though about to pronounce a malediction on John. He deftly drew the match along the rear side of the stone, and as it blazed forth into light, he thrust it forward into their faces.