n the eyes of the
blinded youth, yet he waited in vain for any sign of life from his
nephew.

At last he was about to lay his hand on the lad's shoulder, but paused as
by the moonlight he saw Ephraim raise one arm though, before he lay down,
both hands were tied more firmly than before.

Joshua now knew that it was the youth's sharp teeth gnawing the rope
which had caused the noise that had just surprised him, and he
immediately stood up and looked first upward and then around him.

Holding his breath, the older man watched every movement, and his heart
began to throb anxiously. Ephraim meant to fly, and the first step toward
escape had already succeeded! Would that the others might prosper too!
But he feared that the liberated youth might enter the wrong path. He was
the only son of his beloved sister, a fatherless and motherless lad, so
he had never enjoyed the uninterrupted succession of precepts and lessons
which only a mother can give and a defiant young spirit will accept from
her alone. The hands of strangers had bound the sapling to a stake and it
had shot straight upward, but a mother's love would have ennobled it with
carefully chosen grafts. He had grown up beside another hearth than his
parents', yet the latter is the only true home for youth. What marvel if
he felt himself a stranger among his people.

Amid such thoughts a great sense of compassion stole over Joshua and,
with it, the consciousness that he was deeply accountable for this youth
who, for his sake, while on the way to bring him a message, had fallen
into such sore misfortune. But much as he longed to warn him once more
against treason and perjury, he refrained, fearing to imperil his
success. Any noise might attract the attention of the guards, and he took
as keen an interest in the attempt at liberation, as if Ephraim had made
it at his suggestion.

So instead of annoying the youth with fruitless warnings, he kept watch
for him; life had taught him that good advice is more frequently unheeded
than followed, and only personal experiences possess resistless power of
instruction.

The chief's practiced eye soon showed him the way by which Ephraim, if
fortune favored him, could escape.

He called softly, and directly after his nephew whispered:

"I'll loose your ropes, if you will hold up your hands to me. Mine are
free!"

Joshua's tense features brightened.

The defiant lad was a noble fellow, after all, and risked his own chance
in