"Kneel, you apostate rebels!" thundered the priest.
For answer, Rose lifted her strong, powerful, beautiful voice, in a God-inspired spontaneous burst of true worship, singing:
"All Hail the power of Jesus' Name,
Let angels prostrate fall."
Ralph and her husband caught the inspiration and the musical key, and the trio had reached the "Bring forth the Royal Diadem," before the great congregation of blasphemers awoke to the full meaning of what the song of the trio meant. Then, with a roar like ten thousand lions, they shouted:
"Kill them! Murder them!"
The priest raised his hand, the bugler sounded "Silence." The old hush fell upon the people, instantly, and the priest, with a triumphant note ringing in his voice, and with an equally triumphant smile on his face, cried:
"We have anticipated the action of such rebels as these, and have prepared for them. Outside there has been already set up an automatically-locked scaffold—"
With a wave of his hand towards our trio, he cried; "To the block with them, unless they instantly worship."
Pointing with his long index finger to the three Protesters, he shouted: "Kneel!"
For answer they drew themselves upright, and with a ringing gladness began to sing: