It must have been my prayers which saved him from the teeth and the claws." Good Father Anthony rose.
"You have described a young David.

I am eager to see him.

Let us go." Father Victor nodded, and the two went out together.

The chill of the open was hardly more than the bitter cold inside the building, but there was a wind that drove the cold through the blood and bones of a man.
They staggered along against it until they came to a small house, long and low.

On the sheltered side they paused to take breath, and Father Victor explained: "This is his hour in the gymnasium.