On the
grassy glade, surrounded by the sentinel pines, the circle of dusky
worshippers, kneeling about their camp fire, lifted their faces
heavenward and their hearts God-ward in prayer, and as upon those dusky
faces the firelight fell in fitful gleams, so upon their hearts, dark
with the superstitions of a hundred generations, there fell the gleams
of the torch held high by the hands of their dauntless ambassador of the
blessed Gospel of the Grace of God.
With mingled feelings of reverence and of pity Cameron stood gazing down
upon this scene, resolved more than ever to attach himself to this camp
whose days closed with evening prayer.
"Impressive scene!" said a mocking voice in his ear.
Cameron started. A sudden feeling of repulsion seized him.
"Yes," he said gravely, "an impressive scene, in my eyes at least, and I
should not wonder if in the eyes of God as well."
"Who knows?" said Raven gruffly, as they both turned back to the fire.
CHAPTER IV
THE DULL RED STAIN
The minutes passed slowly. The scene in the camp of the Stonies that he
had just witnessed drove all sleep from Cameron. He was firmly resolved
that at the first opportunity he would make his break for liberty; for
he was now fully aware that though not confessedly he was none the less
really a prisoner.
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