As The Pilot read the story of the Arrest at Jerusalem, stopping now and then to picture the scene, we saw it all and were in the thick of it.

The raging crowd hustling and beating the life out of the brave little man, the sudden thrust of the disciplined Roman guard through the mass, the rescue, the pause on the stairway, the calm face of the little hero beckoning for a hearing, the quieting of the frantic, frothing mob, the fearless speech--all passed before us.

The boys were thrilled.
"Good stuff, eh ?" "Ain't he a daisy ?" "Daisy! He's a whole sunflower patch!" "Yes," drawled Bill, highly appreciating their marks of approval.
"That's what I call a partickler fine character of a man.

There ain't no manner of insecks on to him." "You bet!" said Hi.
"I say," broke in one of the boys, who was just emerging from the tenderfoot stage, "o' course that's in the Bible, ain't it ?" The Pilot assented.
"Well, how do you know it's true ?" The Pilot was proceeding to elaborate his argument when Bill cut in somewhat more abruptly than was his wont.
"Look here, young feller!" Bill's voice was in the tone of command.

The man looked as he was bid.