Jack passed sadly through the rooms he knew, yet did _not_ know as they looked now, but failed in any of them to find what he sought. At last he came to a chamber upstairs, where he was startled to see a human figure lying at full length on the floor. If it were a dead man, the death must have been very recent. But when he came near he saw at once that this was not death, but quiet, natural sleep. The man's dress was _à la Frank_, good and new; and his side face, which was all Jack could see, had the look of life, almost of health. It had a look besides which made Jack cry aloud in amazement, "Kevork!--my brother!" The voice aroused the sleeper. He sat up and looked about him. "Who is it?" he asked. Then, after a moment's astonished gaze, "If Yon Effendi's father were not dead, I would think he had come to look for his son in this charnel house!" "Brother, I _am_ Yon Effendi. How have you come back to us from the dead?" "What does it matter? Are they not dead, all of them? You too, they told me you perished in the burning church." "And they told _us_ your throat was cut." Kevork put his hand to his throat, where a red mark still remained. "The work was done, but not well enough," he said. "Would it had been! Why spare this blood, of which no drop flows any more in the veins of any living man?" "That is not true, Kevork. Gabriel lives." "Gabriel? How did he escape? Not--not--do not say he denied the faith!--not _Gabriel_." "No; he was heroically faithful. He was left for dead, but he lives still. How he will rejoice to see you again, my brother!" A deeper shade passed over the face of Kevork, and he stretched out his hand to Jack. "My _brother_," he repeated, pausing on the word. At last he went on in a low voice, "I know all--_the worst_;--your anguish and mine are the same. Our Shushan and Oriort Elmas----" "Are _saved_--SAVED!" Jack cried, pressing his hand in a mighty grasp, and looking in his sorrowful face, his own radiant with thankfulness. "_My_ treasure is safe in heaven, yours still on earth--in the Mission House with Miss Celandine. _All_ the Pastor's children have been rescued, and are there, thank God!" Kevork Meneshian bowed his head, and did what John Grayson himself had done in the hour of his blessed relief from an anguish too great for tears. Jack let him weep for a while, then he said gently, "Come, brother, let me bring you to our friends, who will rejoice over you as over one given back to them from the dead." On the way Kevork told his story. "That morning," he said, "when we knew what was coming, I went to fetch our grandfather, that we might all die together. There was no more danger, and no less, in the street than at home; but I was soon caught by the Turks." "Yes," said Jack; "that we heard; and your throat was cut."