calm, sweet face of the Irishwoman brought
comfort and hope to the whole party. She was a devout Roman Catholic,
and it is a creed which forms an excellent prop in hours of danger.
To her, to the Anglican Colonel, to the Nonconformist minister, to the
Presbyterian American, even to the two Pagan black riflemen, religion in
its various forms was fulfilling the same beneficent office,--whispering
always that the worst which the world can do is a small thing, and that,
however harsh the ways of Providence may seem, it is, on the whole, the
wisest and best thing for us that we should go cheerfully whither the
Great Hand guides us. They had not a dogma in common, these fellows in
misfortune, but they held the intimate, deep-lying spirit, the calm,
essential fatalism which is the world-old framework of religion, with
fresh crops of dogmas growing like ephemeral lichens upon its granite
surface.

"You poor things," she said. "I can see that you have had a much worse
time than I have. No, really, John, dear, I am quite well,--not even
very thirsty, for our party filled their waterskins at the Nile, and
they let me have as much as I wanted. But I don't see Mr. Headingly and
Mr. Brown. And poor Mr. Stuart,--what a state he has been reduced to!"

"Headingly and Brown are out of their troubles," her husband answered.
"You don't know how often I have thanked God to-day, Norah, that you
were not with us. And here you are, after all."

"Where should I be but by my husband's side? I had much, _much_ rather
be here than safe at Haifa."

"Has any news gone to the town?" asked the Colonel.

"One boat escaped. Mrs. Shlesinger and her child and maid were in it. I
was downstairs in my cabin when the Arabs rushed on to the vessel. Those
on deck had time to escape, for the boat was alongside. I don't know
whether any of them were hit. The Arabs fired at them for some time."

"Did they?" cried Belmont, exultantly, his responsive Irish nature
catching the sunshine in an instant. "Then, be Jove, we'll do them yet,
for the garrison must have heard the firing. What d'ye think, Cochrane?
They must be full cry upon our scent this four hours. Any minute we
might see the white puggaree of a British officer coming over that
rise."

But disappointment had left the Colonel cold and sceptical.

"They need not come at all unless they come strong," said he. "These
fellows are picked men with good leaders, and on their own ground they
will take a lot