"We must have a wake. Poor Brigham." "No, yer won't have no Cath'lic doin's with Brigham," responded his wife. "Suppose," interposed the teacher, "we have a funeral service for Brigham in the schoolhouse, among the children he loved." "Shure!" responded the father, wiping his eyes, "that'd be jist the thing." "Do you approve, Mrs. Murphy?" asked the teacher. "Yes, Miss. That'd please Brigham, I know." And again she sobbed. So Brigham was carried to the schoolhouse. The teacher placed a crucifix at the head of the coffin, and lighted several candles. It was the first time religious services for the dead had ever been held in Gila. Heretofore, the dead had simply been buried. The schoolroom was filled to its uttermost. The girl preacher rose and told them of Brigham's lovely life ever since she had known him, of his interest in Jesus, and of his desire to know the way to heaven. She told of his last words, and how he asked her to carry him to Jesus. As she spoke, tears rolled quietly down the bronzed cheeks of many a man and woman whose life had been one long record of sin. Near the coffin, stood Wathemah, his eyes riveted upon the face of his little comrade. The teacher saw the child take off his string of beads and lay it in the coffin. They buried Brigham on the foothills, and left him alone;--no, not alone, for Wathemah remained standing like a sentinel beside the grave of his little friend. Wathemah did not return to Mrs. Keith's as usual for supper. Neither was he in his little bunk that night. No Wathemah appeared for breakfast. Inquiries began to be circulated. Where was Wathemah? Esther grew very uneasy, and started out to search for him herself. She returned disappointed. An hour later, Jack Harding returned with the child. He had found him keeping watch by Brigham's grave. So deep is the Apache's affection, so real his grief. Esther gathered Wathemah in her arms, and talked to him long of Brigham. Henceforth, to that little child, as to many of his race, the heavens would be full of the Great Spirit. "Can Brigham see me from the sky?" asked Wathemah. "I think so, dear. You'll want to be a good boy, won't you?" For answer, he burst into tears, and she mingled her own with his. From that time on, Wathemah loved the stars at night, and would stand watching them with deepening wonder and awe. Then began his questioning of things eternal, that upreach of the soul, that links it to the Divine. The day after Esther's return to Clayton Ranch, Dr. Mishell asked her to go with him to the shack of Mark Clifton. "He cannot recover," he said. "He realizes that. He has repeatedly asked to see you." As they approached the shack, they heard a voice. Jack Harding was reading aloud from the Bible.