"Very well," said Gilderman, "I will come." He went down the steps and along the driveway to where the three figures stood in the gloom beyond the verge of light of the electric lantern. They made no attempt to escape, but it seemed to him that they shrank at the approach of his powerful presence. "It ain't our fault, Mr. Gilderman," said Martha Kettle, almost crying. "He will talk, and I can't stop him." "No, you can't," said Tom Kettle, sullenly but defiantly. "That's all right, Martha," said Gilderman. "Look here, Tom; I want you to tell me all the truth about this. What did Christ do to you?" The man looked stubborn and lowering. "You heard me tell 'em in yonder, didn't you?" said he. "Why do you ask me again?" "Because I want to know. How did He do it? What did He do to you?" Tom Kettle looked at him suspiciously for a little space. Then a sudden impulse seemed to seize him to tell the story. "All right; I'll tell you," he said. "I was sitting alongside the road, and I heard Him coming. I knew He was somewheres about, and I knew it was Him as soon as I heard Him coming." "How did you know it?" "I don't know--I just knew it. The people were all saying, 'Here He is' and 'There He goes.' I just thought maybe He can cure me of my blindness. I called out to Him, 'Have mercy on me!' They told me to be still, but I wouldn't. I just kept on calling, 'Have mercy on me!'" "What did you do that for?" "I don't know. Well, He stopped by-and-by and He says, 'What do you want me to do to you?' I says, 'Open my eyes.'" "What did He do then?" "He talked with the people for a while. I don't remember what He said; then, after a little bit, I felt Him rub something on my eyes that felt like wet dirt. Then He said to me, 'Go wash yourself.' There was a stream of water running there, and a bank down from the road. I went down the bank and acrost a bit of field. I kneeled down by the water. One of my hands was in the water--it was that cold it cut like a knife. Then I washed my face. I thought I had gone crazy." "Could you see then?" "I could, indeed, Mr. Gilderman--so help me God, I could! I didn't know what had happened to me at first. It just seemed as though my eyes was all broke up into pieces, and they moved about as I moved. I got up and ran away, and as I did so all these pieces seemed to move about. I thought I'd gone crazy." "Come, Henry!" called Mrs. Gilderman. "In a moment, dear. Where was this?" "Over yonder." "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know. I'm going to find Him if I can." "Who? The Man who healed you?" "Yes." Gilderman had been feeling in his vest pocket. "Here, Tom," he said, "take this." Kettle shrank back. "I don't want your money," he said, resentfully, and then he turned away. Gilderman, as he went back to the carriage, wondered passively why Tom Kettle did not take the money. He felt that he could not just understand the workings of the man's soul. X A VOICE FROM THE DEAD