In answer to young Crawford’s query, he smiled, "You will be greatly surprised when I tell you," he said, "and think it more of an Arabian Night than ever. I told Mr. St. John to tell you to stand with your back against the door because there was a false panel there. When I had got the ladies well into the house, I returned to watch the situation through a spy-hole, which I also have near the door. I was obliged to be careful, for I did not wish to run the risk of getting any of our friends in also. I saw you beat them back three times, and I also marked that your strength was failing, and that they paused for an instant for the final onslaught; it was the decisive moment, and a minute’s hesitation would have been fatal. As you swooned I slid the panel and dragged you in—not a moment too soon. In fact I had barely time to replace the bolt before they were upon it. Indeed I did secure a trophy," and he held up a portion of a Chinese robe. Young Crawford looked at Mr. Li admiringly. "You have a wonderful mind," he said, "a marvellous power of organization. What a splendid leader you would make!" "To God be all the praise," replied Mr. Li, humbly, "it is He who created and directed." "Where is our friend, Wang," asked Mr. Crawford, smiling. "He managed to get away in the rush," replied Mr. Li, "but I do not think he will be able to do much harm, indeed I think we are well quit of him." "Are we quite safe now?" asked Mrs. Ross of Mr. Li. "Yes, I think so," he replied, smiling. "This is a very wonderful house, if you will not think me vainglorious for saying so, and the egress is well out of Pekin. I shall be able to secure provisions, and get messages, I hope, into Pekin, and by easy stages to conduct you to Wei-hai-wei. At any rate you may rest in safety here for a time." "Rest and peace," said Mr. St. John, gently, "what a gracious God ours is, giving His children just what they require. ’He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.’" "Uncle," said Nina, "I wish you would sing a verse of that lovely hymn you and Aunt Christine sang to us in the garden at Chen-si; it was hearing you sing that hymn that made me long to lead the new life. I thought it would be so nice to rest under the shadow of His wings." "And have you not found it so, dear child?" "Yes," she replied, softly, "I have; there _is_ rest and peace under the shadow of His wings. Sing for us now, dear uncle, that we may rest." "I will, if you will all join with me in the refrain." In the shadow of His wings, There is peace, sweet peace; Peace that passeth understanding, Peace, sweet peace that knows no ending, There is rest, sweet rest; There is peace, sweet peace, There is joy, glad joy, In the shadow of His wings! * * * * *