It is the hour of prayer; come with me, I beg of you, and listen to some few words of the message of my lips, and let your spirit be nurtured with them, and the Sun of Truth arise upon its darkness." Hokosa heard, and before this simple eloquence his wisdom sank confounded.

More, his intelligence was stirred, and a desire came upon him to investigate and examine the canons of a creed that could produce such men as this.

He made no answer, but waiting while Owen robed himself, he followed him to the chapel.

It was full of new-made Christians who crowded even the doorways, but they gave place to him, wondering.

Then the service began--a short and simple service.