The jailor’s wife then brought some oil and water, and the jailor washed the poor wounded backs of Paul and Silas and rubbed healing oil into them.

The night was now passing and the sun began to rise.  There was a tramp of feet.  The lictors who had thrashed Paul and Silas marched to the door of the prison with an order to free them.  The jailor was delighted.

“The praetors have sent to set you free,” he said.  “Come out then and go in peace.”

He had the greatest surprise in his life when, instead of going, Paul turned and said: 

“No, indeed!  The praetors flogged us in public in the Forum and without a trial—­flogged Roman citizens!  They threw us publicly into prison, and now they are going to get rid of us secretly.  Let the praetors come here themselves and take us out!”

Surely it was the boldest message ever sent to the powerful praetors.  But Paul knew what he was doing, and when the Roman praetors heard the message they knew that he was right.  They would be ruined if it were reported at Rome that they had publicly flogged Roman citizens without trial.

Their prisoner, Paul, was now their judge.  They climbed down from their marble seats and walked on foot to the prison to plead with Paul and Silas to leave the prison and not to tell against them what had happened.

“Will you go away from the city?” they asked.  “We are afraid of other riots.”

So Paul and Silas consented.  But they went to the house where Lydia lived—­the home in which they had been staying in Philippi.

Paul cheered up the other Christian folk—­Lydia and Luke and Timothy—­and told them how the jailor and his wife and family had all become Christians.

“Keep the work of spreading the message here in Philippi going strongly,” said Paul to Luke and Timothy.  “Be cheerfully prepared for trouble.”  And then he and Silas, instead of going back to their own land, went out together in the morning light of the early winter of A.D. 50, away along the Western road over the hills to face perils in other cities in order to carry the Good News to the people of the West.

The Trail of the Hero-Scout.

So Paul the dauntless pioneer set his brave face westwards, following the long trail across the Roman Empire—­the hero-scout of Christ.  Nothing could stop him—­not scourgings nor stonings, prison nor robbers, blizzards nor sand-storms.  He went on and on till at last, as a prisoner in Rome, he laid his head on the block of the executioner and was slain.  These are the brave words that we hear from him as he came near to the end: 

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| I HAVE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT; |
| I HAVE RUN MY COURSE;       |
| I HAVE KEPT THE FAITH.      |
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Long years afterward, men who were Christians in Rome carried the story of the Kingdom of Jesus Christ across Europe to some savages in the North Sea Islands—­called