laid the warm, breathing form down upon a rug upon the floor, and lit
the lamp.

By the light of the lamp he saw that the poor soul he had rescued, was
a sweet-faced Syrian girl, by whose side he had found himself standing
on the evening before, when he had stood in the throng on the Temple
mount. They had exchanged a few words of ordinary tourist-interchange,
and he had been surprised to find that she could speak good English,
though with a foreign accent.

But realizing now that she needed immediate attention, if she was to be
saved from taking a chill, he lit a tiny hand-lamp and carrying it with
him to light his way, he went in search of the woman of the house.

As recorded on an earlier page, the people with whom he had found
lodgment were Christian Syrians--a husband and wife.

He went all over the premises, but though he shouted several times,
neither the husband or wife answered or appeared. There was no sign of
them anywhere.

"They were probably caught, as I was, in the storm," he told himself,
as he returned to where he had left the rain-soaked Syrian girl.

He had a bottle of mixture, which he always carried on Eastern travel,
as a preventive of chill. He poured out a little of the warming stuff,
and raising the unconscious girl he poured a few drops through her
parted lips.

She drank by mere instinct. He repeated the experiment, and she caught
her breath sharply as she swallowed the second draught. A faint sigh
escaped her, her eyelids trembled, and, a moment more they unclosed.

At first her gaze was unseeing, then slowly she took in his anxious
face. "Where--am--I?" she murmured brokenly.

"You are safe, and with friends!" he replied. "I stumbled over you in
the road, you had fallen, somehow, in that dreadful thunder-storm."

Her eyes met his, and for one long instant she seemed to be searching
his face. Then a weak, little smile trembled about her mouth, as she
said:

"We met last night--I remember I thought how _true_ your face was--I
can trust you, I know."

A sigh, more of content than aught else, escaped her, and he felt how
she let herself rest more fully in his supporting arm. He gave her
another sip of the cordial, and she thanked him as some sweet child
might have done.

For a moment she lay silent and still, then she spoke again, in a
vague, speculative way, as though she was searching her mind for the
clue:

"Ah, yes, I remember now. The great darkness came on, aft