e had heard the noise and were looking out of the windows. Philip
and the Zealot came through the doorway.

"What is the matter with your son?" they asked sympathetically.

"He has falling sickness," answered the man. "He often hurts himself
this way." He was wiping blood from a cut on the boy's pale forehead.
The lad opened his eyes and tried to rise.

"Stay there, my son," urged the father. He turned to Philip and the
Zealot. "Can you tell me where I can find Jesus of Nazareth? I have
heard wonderful reports of his power to heal."

The two disciples glanced at each other. At that moment Judas and Levi
came out of the inn.

"This man is looking for the Master," said Philip.

"Are you his followers?" cried the man. "I have traveled for five days
to find you! If only you will heal my son!"

Travelers had stopped and clustered around the lad on the bench. Almost
all the guests at the inn had come outside. The four disciples looked at
one another; none offered to heal the boy.

"Some of you visited my own village and healed many who had evil
spirits," said the father hopefully. He could not understand why the men
hesitated. They still made no move toward the boy. Andrew came out of
the inn.

"Can you heal my son?" the man asked Andrew. Andrew glanced at the
others. He knew why they hung back. He looked at the boy. The father's
voice was urgent. The people watched intently as Andrew stepped up to
the boy, lying limp but conscious.

"Be gone from him!" commanded Andrew, as though speaking to an evil
spirit in the boy. A shiver ran through his body, but then he lay still
again.

Scornful smiles curled the lips of the people who watched. A great
healer, this man! He tells the devil to leave and the boy is worse off
than before!

Andrew flamed scarlet--but he was not thinking of the bystanders. In his
heart he knew he was powerless to help the boy. The father bent over his
son and then suddenly stood up. "You cannot help him! You have no
power!"

Andrew was stunned. For a moment he stood stock-still. Then he turned
and walked away.

"A fine proof of the power of the Nazarene!" remarked a man
sarcastically. The people recognized him as a priest who had stopped a
few minutes before to watch. The father of the boy looked around at the
people, desperately seeking someone else to help him.

"Where is your Master?" cried the father desperately.

"Yes, where is your Master?" echoed the priest in derision. "You had