"Who is it?" asked the boy. "Is it--no, it is not, it cannot be! And yet you have the eyes of Yon Effendi." "You used to call me that in the old days. Oh, Gabriel! I thought they had killed you all." "Yes, _all_," Gabriel said; and into his eyes there came, instead of tears, a light from beyond the sun, beyond the stars. "We have all come home now, except me. I am just a little late for the first gathering-up there, but I forget my pain in thinking of their happy meeting all together, and of the joy they have in seeing the Face of Christ. Besides, He is here with me too; and I think He will let me go to them soon." Then a wave of bitter pain surged over the soul of John Grayson. He supposed Gabriel did not count as any longer one of them her who, in the earthly home, had been the dearest of them all. Could he think the heavenly home would be complete without her? "_What_ you must have suffered, Yon Effendi!" Gabriel went on, looking at his changed face and grey hair. "But I never thought to see you again! We all made sure the Turks had taken and killed you." "Would they had!" Jack said. "Gabriel, how did _you_ escape when all the rest were killed?" "When they killed us all, and our cousins the Vartonians too, they cut and wounded me, and left me for dead. I suppose I was a long time unconscious. When I came to myself, I was lying among the bodies, almost under them. I pushed my way out a little, that I might see. I did not want to live; but I knew how they would drag the dead--and the dying too--out of the town, and fling them into the ditches beneath the wall. I was afraid of _that_. So I lay very still until night came and all was quiet. Then I managed somehow to get myself free. I crept along slowly, I know not how; I think I fainted often by the way, but at last I came here, to the place in all the world most like to heaven. And here they will let me stay until I go to heaven itself." The boy's voice was beginning to fail through weakness. "Don't try to speak any more," Jack said. "Oh, but I _want_ to tell you--Can you give me a drink?" Jack saw a pitcher of water cooled with snow, and a cup beside it, not far off. He poured out some and brought it. "Will you lift my head a little and put it to my lips?" Gabriel said. "My hands are cut in pieces. Thank you. That is good. I _want_ to tell you how God brought home the three who were away from us that day." "The _three_?"