“Elisha healing the streams about this palm city, type of God healing the floods of bitterest fates; after that I saw Jericho’s walls falling at the blasts of Joshua’s trumpets, and remembered that his God then is ours now.” “Didst thou see two poor men fleeing in the dark from peril to peril, pursued by a hundred horsemen, who saber-lashed them; a little further two corpses, one of a Christian the other of a Jew, on which fed fighting jackals?” “I saw no such horror! I saw two led forth from their captors, as Peter from his dungeon; the angels that blinded the eyes of the monstrous men, who of old sought to defile Lot’s house, blinded the eyes of the pursuers of the two; and the angel of Peter gave them guidance and light. But come, the night-guard has retired; between now and the call to morning prayers is our opportunity.” Out of the old stone stable silently knight and Jew glided, threading their way amid splendors they believed to be, but could not see. The ministering spirits were over and around them, their path was through the Kelt, the sublimest waddy of Palestine; but night shrouded the latter; their weak faith dimly discerned the other. “Can’t thou see any way-marks, Jew?” “I discern but few. Yet, what matter? It is enough that He who leads us sees?” “The night is getting blacker and blacker; the omen makes my heart shiver as it beats.” As the knight spoke there came a terrific crash of thunder and a succession of blinding lightning flashes. Sir Charleroy clasped the Jew’s arm and in startled voice questioned: “Dost thou not fear these?” “Why should I? The angel guides swing the torches of the unchangeable Father to give us glimpses of our way. All is well; I saw by the lightning flash that we are passing safely the camp lines of our captors.” A few miles were over-past. The storm had abated a little, and the first streaks of dawn, like spears, were rising in the east. “Would God, good Jew,” said the now wearied Sir Charleroy, “that the Prophet of the Moslem, who, near by here, is said once by a stamp of his foot to have brought forth from the rock a camel, were present to dance for us now.” “He is not here, so we must help ourselves, knight.” “Ah, my dear man, canst thou dance rocks into camels?” “No, but there are houses nigh, and each thou knowst has it’s stable-yard in front.” “But there is the thorny nubk tree, surrounding the herds.” “I’ve faith to try my faith when all I have is faith.” “What for; to steal a camel?” “Oh, no; I’d not steal a camel but I’d borrow a couple of them. Two; for I’m not one of the knights who exhibit poverty, by riding double, thou dost know.” “Borrow? Well so be it; the black infidels owe us for two years’ service. They borrowed us!” “It’s pious to take the beasts; for we pay so honest debts of these heathens and shorten the list of their souls’ sins by removing from them, in our escape, the opportunity for our murder.”