apostle.'
Abraham, the son of Abraham, turned to where the ancients prayed. 'Jobab!' he cried in a voice that arose above the din of prayer.
Instantly the devotions ceased with a loud 'Amen!' from Jobab. The old men arose, their example being followed by those others of the villagers who were not held earth-bound by epilepsy; and Jobab, the apostle, approached the three who were now the goal of every eye.
'What transpired while I walked with Jehovah?' demanded Abraham, the son of Abraham.
'There came this messenger from heaven,' replied Jobab, 'and we did her honor, and the people brought offerings, each according to his ability, and laid them at her feet, and she did not seem displeased—nor either did she seem pleased,' he added. 'And more than this we knew not what to do.'
'But this daughter of Satan!' cried Abraham, the son of Abraham. 'What of her?'
'Verily I say unto you that she speaks with the tongue of Jehovah,' replied Jobab, 'for He hath chosen her to be the mouthpiece of His messenger.'
'Jehovah be praised,' said Abraham, the son of Abraham; 'the ways of the Almighty passeth understanding.' He turned now to Jezebel, but when he spoke there was a new note in his tones—a conciliatory note—and, perhaps, not a little of fear in his eyes. 'Beseech the messenger to look upon us poor servants of Jehovah with mercy and forgiveness; beg of her that she open her mouth to us poor sinners and divulge her wishes. We await her message, trembling and fearful in the knowledge of our unworthiness.'
Jezebel turned to Lady Barbara.
'But wait!' cried Abraham, the son of Abraham, as a sudden questioning doubt assailed his weak mind. 'How can you converse with her? You speak only the language of the land of Midian . Verily, if thou canst speak with her, why may not I, the Prophet of Paul, the son of Jehovah?'
Jezebel had a brain worth fifty such brains as that possessed by the Prophet of Paul; and now she used it to advantage, though, if the truth were known, not without some misgivings as to the outcome of her rash proposal, for, although she had a bright and resourceful mind, she was none the less the ignorant child of an ignorant and superstitious people.
'Thou hast a tongue, Prophet,' she said. 'Speak thou then to the messenger of Jehovah, and if she answers thee in the language of the land of Midian thou canst understand her as well as I.'
'That,' said Abraham, the son of Abraham, 'is scarce less than an inspiration.'
'A miracle!' exclaimed Jobab. 'Jehovah must have put the words in her mouth.'
'I shall address the messenger,' said the Prophet. 'O angel of light!' he cried, turning toward Lady Barbara, 'look with compassion upon an old man, upon Abraham, the son of Abraham, the Prophet of Paul, the son of Jehovah, and deign to make known to him the wishes of Him who sent you to us.'
Lady Barbara shook her head. 'There is something that one does when one is embarrassed,' she said. 'I have read it repeatedly in the advertising sections of American periodicals, but I haven't that brand. However, any port in a storm,' and she extracted a gold cigarette case from a pocket of her jacket and lighted one of the cigarettes.
'What didst she say, Jezebel?' demanded the Prophet—'and, in the name of Paul, what miracle is this? 'Out of his nostrils goeth smoke' is said of the behemoth of holy writ. What can be the meaning of this?'
'It is a warning,' said Jezebel, 'because thou didst doubt my words.'
'Nay, nay,' exclaimed Abraham, the son of Abraham, 'I doubted thee not. Tell her that I did not doubt thee, and then tell me what she said.'
'She said,' replied Jezebel, 'that Jehovah is not pleased with thee or thy people. He is angry because thou so mistreat Jezebel. His anger is terrible because thou dost make her work beyond her strength, nor give her the best food, and that thou dost punish her when she would laugh and be happy.'
'Tell her,' said the Prophet, 'that we knew not that thou wert overworked and that we shall make amends. Tell her that we lovest thee and thou shalt have the best of food. Speak to her, O Jezebel, and ask if she has further commands for her poor servants.'
Jezebel looked into the eyes of the English girl, and upon her countenance rested an expression of angelic guilelessness, while from her lips issued a stream of meaningless jargon which was as uninteffigible to Jezebel as to Lady Barbara or the listening villagers of the land of Midian .
'My dear child,' said Lady Barbara, when Jezebel eventually achieved a period, 'what you say is as Greek to me, but you are very beautiful and your voice is musical. I am sorry that you can understand me no better than I understand you.'
'What saith she?' demanded Abraham, the son of Abraham.
'She says that she is tired and hungry and that she wishes the offerings brought by the people to be taken to a cave—a clean cave—and that I accompany her and that she be left in peace, as she is tired and would rest; and she wishes no one but Jezebel to be with her.'
Abraham, the son of Abraham, turned to Jobab. 'Send women to make clean the cave next to mine,' he commanded, 'and have others carry the offerings to the cave, as well as clean grasses for a bed.'
'For two beds,' Jezebel corrected him.
'Yea, even for two beds,' agreed the Prophet, hastily.
And so Lady Barbara and Jezebel were installed in a well renovated cave near the bottom of the cliff, with food enough to feed a numerous company. The English girl stood at the entrance to her strange, new abode looking out across the valley as she sought to evolve some plan whereby she might get word of her predicament and her whereabouts to the outside world. In another twenty-four hours she knew the apprehension of her friends and her family would be aroused and soon many an English plane would be roaring over the Cape to Cairo route in search of her, and, as she pondered her unfortunate situation, the girl called Jezebel lay in luxurious idleness upon her bed of fresh grasses and ate from a pile of fruit near her head, the while a happy smile of contentment illumed her lovely countenance.
The shadows of night were already falling, and Lady Barbara turned back into the cave with but a single practical idea evolved from all her thinking—that she must find the means to communicate with these people, nor could she escape the conviction that only by learning their language might this be accomplished.
As darkness came and chill night air replaced the heat of the day, Jezebel kindled a fire at the mouth of the cave. Near it the two girls sat upon a soft cushion of grass, the firelight playing upon their faces, and there the Lady Barbara commenced the long and tedious task of mastering a new language. The first step consisted in making Jezebel understand what she desired to accomplish, but she was agreeably astonished at the celerity with which the girl grasped the idea. Soon she was pointing to various objects, calling them by their English names and Jezebel was naming them in the language of the land of Midian .
Lady Barbara would repeat the word in the Midian language several times until she had mastered the pronunciation, and she noticed that, similarly, Jezebel was repeating its English equivalent. Thus was Jezebel acquiring an English vocabulary while she taught the Midian to her guest.
An hour passed while they occupied their time with their task. The vifiage lay quiet about them. Faintly, from the distant lake, came the subdued chorus of the frogs. Occasionally a goat bleated somewhere out in the darkness. Far away, upon the opposite side of the valley, shone tiny, ifickering lights—the cooking fires of another village, thought Lady Barbara.
A man, bearing a lighted torch, appeared suddenly, coming from a nearby cave. In low, monotonous tones he voiced a chant Another man, another torch, another voice joined him. And then came others until a procession wound down toward the level ground below the caves.
Gradually the voices rose. A child screamed. Lady Barbara saw it now—a small child being dragged along by an old man.
Now the procession encircled a large boulder and halted, but the chanting did not cease; nor did the screaming of the child. Tall among the others Lady Barbara recognized the figure of the man who had last interrogated her. Abraham, the son of Abraham, the Prophet, stood behind the boulder that rose waist high in front of him. He raised his open palm and the chanting ceased. The child had ceased to scream, but its broken sobs came clearly to the ears of the two girls.
Abraham, the son of Abraham, commenced to speak, his eyes raised toward the heavens. His voice came monotonously across the little span of darkness. His grotesque features were lighted by the flickering torches that played as well upon the equally repulsive faces of his congregation.
