hy care, O Lord? Behold Thy
chosen--these men of little faith!"

Then, as if some thought of the young proselyte, the Egyptian, arose in
contrast, his eyes came back to Kenkenes again.

"Thou hast filled me with gladness, my son," he said simply.

Kenkenes bowed his head and made no answer. Presently the Israelite
spoke to the panic-stricken people nearest to him. In the tone and the
words he used there was a world of paternal kindliness--a composite of
confidence, reassurance, and implied protection, that should have
soothed.

"Fear ye not; stand still and see the salvation of the Lord. For the
Egyptians ye have seen this day, ye shall see again no more for ever."

At the words, Kenkenes lifted his head quickly. The Hebrew had
answered his question, but how enigmatically! Was Israel to escape, or
Har-hat to be destroyed? In either case, the young man wondered
concerning himself. Again the eyes of the Lawgiver returned to him, as
if the sight of the young Egyptian was grateful to him.

"Abide with us," he said. "Saith not thy faith, 'Fear not; the Lord
shall fight for thee?'"

Kenkenes' face wore a startled expression; how had the Israelite
divined his purpose? "Saith not thy faith?" Faith? He confessed
faith, but faith had not spoken that thing to him. Slowly and little
by little it began to manifest itself to him, that he had wavered in
his trust; that the purpose of his visit to Israel had questioned the
fidelity of his God's care; that so surely had he doubted, he had
defied danger and fought with death to ask after the intent of the
Lord; that he had meant to perform the duty which the Lord had left
undone. The realization came with a rush of shame. In the asking he
had betrayed his wavering, and Moses had tactfully told him of it. A
surge of color swept over his face.

"Thou hast recalled my trust to me, my Prince," he said in a lowered
tone. "Till now, I knew not that it had failed me. But remember thou,
it was my love for Israel--O, and my love for mine own--that made me
fear. Forgive me, I pray thee."

The Lawgiver laid his hand on the young man's shoulder but did not
answer at once. The growing clamor about them had reached the acme of
insistence. The nearest people pressed through the tribal lines and,
rushing forward, began to throw themselves on their knees, tumbling in
circles about the majestic Hebrew. Others kept their feet, and with
arms and clenched hands above their he