He doesn't--believe in God." His strength failed him, his hand clutched tremblingly at the air.

He laughed, a dry, crackling laugh, and his mouth opened twice or thrice to speak, but gasping breaths only came forth.

With a last effort, however--as the priest, shocked, stretched out his hand and said: "Have done, have done, Trudel!"-- he cried, in a voice that quavered shrilly: "He asked--tailor-man--sign--from--Heaven.

Look-look!" He pointed wildly at Charley.

"I--gave him--sign of--" But that was the end.