Joseph Carnaby.
“It was Euseby who dared not.”
Sir Thomas.
“Stand still! Say nothing yet; mind my orders. Fair and softly! compose thyself.”
They all stood silent for some time, and looked very composed, awaiting the commands of the knight. His mind was clearly in such a state of devotion that peradventure he might not have descended for a while longer to his mundane duties, had not Master Silas told him that, under the shadow of his wing, their courage had returned and they were quite composed again.
“You may proceed,” said the knight.
Joseph Carnaby.
“Master Treen did take off his cap and wipe his forehead. I, for the sake of comforting him in this his heaviness, placed my hand upon his crown; and truly I might have taken it for a tuft of bents, the hair on end, the skin immovable as God’s earth!”
Sir Thomas, hearing these words, lifted up his hands above his own head, and in the loudest voice he had yet uttered did he cry,—
“Wonderful are thy ways in Israel, O Lord!”