“He carried Stephen to the brook, washed off the mud, and revived him, for he was almost dead, and then carried him home.  I expected father would punish me but he did not.  Mother kissed me crying, and gave me breakfast.  They were afraid something had happened to me.  They thought I had been drowned because I couldn’t be found anywhere.  I saw clearly that they both loved me very much, but it did not please me, I was afraid it would become known what I had intended to do.  My parents are already in eternity, and I can not now ask them for forgiveness because after death there is no more forgiveness.

“Stephen never let it be known that I made him go that way, and from that time on we loved each other as from the beginning.  I was no longer jealous of the love of father and mother to him.  I knew and felt now that they loved me also, and that I didn’t deserve this love.

“From that time I couldn’t look at the dog Whitie.  It was always painful to me that he, a dog, saved Stephen, when I wanted to drown him.  But though he didn’t drown that time the Holy God took him to Himself.  He must be angry at me, a sinner, to this day.  Thus I say, ’Never do any harm to animals; they are much better than people; they are God’s creatures; they never do wrong things before God but obey always.’  And now, boys, run and go to sleep.”

Though the boys had many questions on their hearts they obediently bade him “good night” and went.  For a long time, lying on the hay, they spoke together about Stephen, how he jumped over the bunches of grass, how the rock turned under him, how he fell, and how Whitie saved him.

“I am very sorry for Bacha Filina,” said Ondrejko.  “I can never forget it.  It must pain him—­could it be that God is still angry with him?”

“But where is this Stephen?” worried Petrik.  “They were the same age, so he must be just as old now.  Perhaps he will tell us some other time about him.”  They were stopped from further talking by Fido.  Somehow he had managed to get to them and they were rejoiced.  They told him once more about the hero Whitie and enjoined upon him to follow him.  He wagged his tail, licked their hands and faces, whining for joy as if he were promising it all, and when the boys slept, he slept with one eye open because he had to stand guard over his comrades.

CHAPTER THREE

The following week Bacha Filina had much work to do, so he could not look much after the boys, though they did all they could; they obeyed him and tried to please him in every way.  On Tuesday the doctor came to look at Ondrejko.  He was told where Ondrejko slept, but he only laughed:  “Good for you, boy, that will help you; though your father is a great lord and a proud Magyar, everything serves in its time.  Thus I trust we shall live to see that the Tatra Mountains will belong to the Slovaks and also these woods.  Because your grandfather lived there as a great Slovak, you also as a good Slovak will be living.  Just learn the language of your father and draw near to that soil which they once cultivated.”  The boys didn’t grasp what he meant.  They only felt that he was their friend.