He flies in the air like the eagle, and we will see him some day black against the sky." The two by the same impulse looked up.

But there was nothing showing in the blue vault, save feathery white clouds.

Nevertheless the faith of neither was dimmed.
"I feel the certainty of it, too," said John.

"Philip and the _Arrow_ will answer to our call." "And my father," said Suzanne in the same tones of unshakable faith.

"He was left a prisoner in Munich, but few prisons can hold Antoine Picard.
He will surely seek us through all the mountains." John's faith was already strong, but Suzanne's made it stronger.