"Because you ain't never lied to me," said the other. "You've allers told me the truth about the things I know to be so." "But now, suppose," said the old man, "I'd tell you about somethin' you had never seed--that, for instance, sence you've been an outcast from society an' a livin' in this cave, I've seed men talk to each other a hundred miles apart, with nothin' but a wire betwix' 'em." "That's mighty hard to believe," said the outlaw grimly. "But I've seed it done," said the Bishop. "Do you mean it?" asked the other. "As I live, I have," said the Bishop. "Then it's so," said Jack. "Now that's faith, Jack--an' common sense, too. We know what'll be the earthly end of the liar, an' the thief, an' the murderer, an' him that's impure--because we see 'em come to thar end all the time. It don't lie when it tells you the good are happy, an' the hones' are elevated an' the mem'ry of the just shall not perish, because them things we see come so. Now, if after tellin' you all that, that's true, it axes you to believe when it says there is another life--a spiritual life, which we can't conceive of, an' there we shall live forever, can't you believe that, too, sence it ain't never lied about what you can see, by your own senses? Why ever' star that shines, an' ever' beam of sunlight fallin' on the earth, an' ever' beat of yo' own heart by some force that we know not of, all of them is mo' wonderful than the telegraph, an' the livin' agin of the spirit ain't any mo' wonderful than the law that holds the stars in their places. You'll see little Jack agin as sho' as God lives an' holds the worl' in His hand." The outlaw sat mute and motionless, and a great light of joy swept over his face. "By God's help I'll do it"--and he bowed his head in prayer--the first he had uttered since he was a boy. It was wonderful to see the happy and reconciled change when he arose and tenderly lifted the dead child in his arms. His face was transformed with a peace the old man had never seen before in any human being. Strong men are always strong--in crime--in sin. When they reform it is the reformation of strength. Such a change came over Jack Bracken, the outlaw. He carried his dead child to the next room: "I've got his grave already chiseled out of the rocks. I'll bury him here--right under the columns he called Mary and little Jesus, that he loved to talk of so much." "It's fitten"--said the old man tenderly--"it's fitten an' beautiful. The fust burial we know of in the Bible is where Abraham bought the cave of Machpelah for to bury Sarah, his wife. And as Abraham bought it of Ephron, the Hittite, and offered it to Abraham for to bury his dead out of his sight, so I give this cave to you, Jack Bracken, forever to be the restin' place of little Jack."