"I guess they have a working religion of their own, such as it is, and that what's wrong to us is wrong to them." Stephens shook his head in silence.

He had seen the death of the donkey-boys, and she had not.
"Maybe we are sent to guide them into a better path," said the old lady.
"Maybe we are specially singled out for a good work among them." If it were not for her niece her energetic and enterprising temperament was capable Of glorying in the chance of evangelising Khartoum, and turning Omdurman into a little well-drained broad-avenued replica of a New England town.
"Do you know what I am thinking of all the time ?" said Sadie.
"You remember that temple that we saw--when was it?
Why, it was this morning." They gave an exclamation of surprise, all three of them.

Yes, it had been this morning; and it seemed away and away in some dim past experience of their lives, so vast was the change, so new and so overpowering the thoughts which had come between.

They rode in silence, full of this strange expansion of time, until at last Stephens reminded Sadie that she had left her remark unfinished.
"Oh yes; it was the wall picture on that temple that I was thinking of.
Do you remember the poor string of prisoners who are being dragged along to the feet of the great king--how dejected they looked among the warriors who led them?
Who could--who _could_ have thought that within three hours the same fate should be our own?
And Mr.Headingly--" She turned her face away and began to cry.
"Don't take on, Sadie," said her aunt; "remember what the minister said just now, that we are all right there in the hollow of God's hand.
Where do you think we are going, Mr.Stephens ?" The red edge of his Baedeker still projected from the lawyer's pocket, for it had not been worth their captor's while to take it.

He glanced down at it.
"If they will only leave me this, I will look up a few references when we halt.