I can trust him.

But my father--my father! Boston tilicum, he loves me, and he is old." Flock after flock of wild geese flew overhead in the dim light.

The boy lay and listened.

He seemed to have learned a lesson of faith from the instincts of these migratory birds.

He once turned to the master and said, almost in Gretchen's words: "There is One above that will save me." As the morning drew nearer, the air seemed filled with a long procession of Canadian geese going toward the sea.