The boy arose. A seraphic expression was upon his face. His eyes beamed with a lofty enthusiasm. He saw no longer the arena, the high surrounding walls, the far-extending seats with innumerable faces; he saw no more the relentless eyes of the cruel spectators, or the gigantic form of his savage enemy. [See Frontispiece.] Already his soaring spirit seemed to enter into the golden gates of the New Jerusalem, and the ineffable glory of the noonday of heaven gleamed upon his sight. "Mother, I come to thee! Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!" His words sounded clearly and sweetly upon the ears of the multitude. They ceased, and the tiger sprang. The next moment these was nothing but a struggling mass half hidden in clouds of dust. The struggle ended. The tiger started back, the sand was red with blood, and upon it lay the mangled form of the true-hearted, the noble Pollio. Then amid the silence that followed there came forth a shout that sounded like a trumpet peal and startled every one in the assembly: "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? . . . Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." A thousand men rose with a simultaneous burst of rage and indignation. Ten thousand hands were outstretched toward the bold intruder. "A Christian"--"A Christian"--"To the flames with him"--"Throw him to the tiger"--"Hurl him into the arena!" Such were the shouts that answered the cry. Lucullus reached the spot just in time to rescue Marcellus from a crowd of infuriated Romans, who were about to tear him in pieces. The tiger below was not more fierce, more bloodthirsty than they. Lucullus rushed among them, dashing them to the right and left as a keeper among wild beasts. Overawed by his authority they fell back, and soldiers approached. Lucullus gave Marcellus in charge to them, and led the company out of the amphitheater. Outside he took charge of the prisoner himself. The soldiers followed them. "Alas, Marcellus! was it well to throw away your life?" "I spoke from the impulse of the moment. That dear boy whom I loved died before my eyes! I could not restrain myself. Yet I do not repent. I, too, am ready to lay down my life for my King and my God." "I cannot reason with you. You are beyond the reach of argument." "I did not intend to betray myself, but since it is done I am content. Nay, I am glad, and I rejoice that it is my lot to suffer for my Redeemer." "Alas, my friend! Have you no regard for life?" "I love my Saviour better than life." "See, Marcellus, the road before us is open. You can run quickly. Fly and be saved." Lucullus spoke this in a hurried whisper. The soldiers were some twenty paces behind. The chances were all in favor of escape. Marcellus pressed the hand of his friend. "No, Lucullus. I would not gain life by your dishonor. I love the warm heart that prompted it, but you shall not be led into difficulty by your friendship for me."