There were other verses repeated, but just then a sound smote upon the girl’s ear which deadened all others.  In spite of herself she began to tremble.  Even her lips seemed to her to move with the weakness of her fear.  She looked up, and the man was just coming toward the door; but her eyes grew dizzy, and a faintness seemed to come over her.

Up the trail on horseback, with shouts and ribald songs, rode four rough men, too drunk to know where they were going.  The little schoolhouse seemed to attract their attention as they passed, and just for deviltry they shouted out a volley of oaths and vile talk to the worshippers within.  One in particular, the leader, looked straight into the face of the young man as he returned from fastening the horses and was about to enter the schoolhouse, and pretended to point his pistol at him, discharging it immediately into the air.  This was the signal for some wild firing as the men rode on past the schoolhouse, leaving a train of curses behind them to haunt the air and struggle with the “Glory Song” in the memories of those who heard.

The girl looked out from her seat beside the window, and saw the evil face of the man from whom she had fled.  She thought for a terrible minute, which seemed ages long to her, that she was cornered now.  She began to look about on the people there helplessly, and wonder whether they would save her, would help her, in her time of need.  Would they be able to fight and prevail against those four terrible men mad with liquor?

Suppose he said she was his—­his wife, perhaps, or sister, who had run away.  What could they do?  Would they believe her?  Would the man who had saved her life a few minutes ago believe her?  Would anybody help her?

The party passed, and the man came in and sat down beside her quietly enough; but without a word or a look he knew at once who the man was he had just seen.  His soul trembled for the girl, and his anger rose hot.  He felt that a man like that ought to be wiped off the face of the earth in some way, or placed in solitary confinement the rest of his life.

He looked down at the girl, trembling, brave, white, beside him; and he felt like gathering her in his arms and hiding her himself, such a frail, brave, courageous little soul she seemed.  But the calm nerve with which she had shot the serpent was gone now.  He saw she was trembling and ready to cry.  Then he smiled upon her, a smile the like of which he had never given to human being before; at least, not since he was a tiny baby and smiled confidingly into his mother’s face.  Something in that smile was like sunshine to a nervous chill.

The girl felt the comfort of it, though she still trembled.  Down her eyes drooped to the paper in her shaking hands.  Then gradually, letter by letter, word by word, the verse spoke to her.  Not all the meaning she gathered, for “pavilion” and “tabernacle” were unknown words to her, but the hiding she could understand.  She had been hidden in her time of trouble.  Some one had done it.  “He”—­the word would fit the man by her side, for he had helped to hide her, and to save her more than once; but just now there came a dim perception that it was some other He, some One greater who had worked this miracle and saved her once more to go on perhaps to better things.