She felt him draw a long breath, and then another, quickly,--and then he spoke.
In words that were well-chosen but somewhat hurried, he proceeded to instruct her in the threefold character of the Godhead.

The voice at first was not like his own, but as he went on it grew steadier.

After she drew her hand gently out of his, which she presently did, it seemed to regain its normal pitch and calmness.
He saw her to the door of the cabin on the outskirts of the settlement, and there he spoke a few words of cheer to her ailing father.
Then he was off into the desert, pacing swiftly into the grim, sandy solitude beyond the farthest cabin light and the bark of the outmost watch-dog.

Feverishly he walked, and far, until at last, as if naught in himself could avail, he threw himself to the ground and prayed.
"Keep me _good_! Keep me to my vows! Help me till my own strength grows, for I am weak and wanting.

Let me endure the pain until this wicked fire within me hath burned itself out.