I do not know. I know
only that we must decide whether we shall go on. Now is the time to
decide...." His voice trailed off. Far into the night the fishermen
stared open-eyed into the darkness. When at last they fell into a
troubled sleep, they were no nearer the answer.

At dawn there was a knock at the door of their room. The men stirred,
and Peter rose. Scarcely visible in the faint light stood Jesus. Peter
stepped back, and Jesus entered.

"Will you come to pray with me in the mountain?" Jesus asked.

The men dressed and followed Jesus outside. The road on which the inn
was built lay at the foot of Mount Hermon. Its snowy crest rose
majestically above them, shining brilliantly in the morning sun. A few
days before, the fishermen had seen this peak above the mist that lay
over the Lake of Galilee.

The beauty of the mountain would have lifted the spirits of men whose
hearts were less heavy, but Peter, James, and John had awakened with the
same anxiety that had troubled their rest. They did not talk, but
climbed steadily toward the summit of the mountain.

At last Jesus stopped. Below them lay the valleys of Galilee. Far to the
south a blanket of fog covered the lake. As Peter looked, he could not
keep back his homesickness; on the shore of that misty lake lived his
wife and children. The flood of sunlight had gradually crept down the
slope toward them, and now the four men felt its warmth. "Let us kneel
here and pray," said Jesus.

While Jesus and the three fishermen were away in the mountain, a strange
scene occurred at the inn where the other nine disciples had just
awakened. Early travelers were moving along the road in front of the
inn. Among them came a man leading a donkey on which a boy was riding.
He stopped at the inn.

"Has Jesus of Nazareth passed this way?" he asked the innkeeper, who was
standing there.

"Haven't heard anything about him," answered the man curtly. Suddenly he
shouted, "Watch out!" The boy was falling off the donkey. His father
leaped to catch him, but the donkey shied away and the boy fell heavily
to the ground and lay still.

"Ah, my son!" cried the father. He lifted the child gently and carried
him toward the inn.

"Here, you!" shouted the owner roughly. "Get that boy out of here. He
has a devil!"

The father hesitated and then started toward a long bench. "Let me lay
him here," he begged.

"Well, all right," grumbled the innkeeper. "But don't take him inside."

Peopl