the old fire come back into his eye and the old war-horse look into his face; and he quietly said, “Men, I don’t think we need to talk about this any more; let us pray.”

And as they prayed, the things of time and sense receded; a light breeze rustled in the nearby treetop, reminding them of that “rushing mighty wind” of the day of Pentecost, and of the marvelous power with which Peter had preached the gospel on that day. They seemed also to see the Master Himself standing on the shore, just a few rods away, and to hear Him saying to them again, “Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a draught,” and “Fear not, from henceforth thou shalt catch men.”

Just then, they saw the evening caravan for Tyre swinging into sight. “Good-bye,” said Paul. “I must catch the next boat for Ephesus, and I will get Aquila to put up the money for a campaign in that old city that will shake the whole of Asia.”

“Good-bye,” said Peter. “Andrew and I will just say good-bye to the folks and we will have time to join the midnight caravan for Babylon, and may keep on East as far as the land of Sinim.”

“Good-bye,” said Matthew. “There is a group of publicans down in Jerusalem who were going in with me on this tax-gathering proposition, but I will get them to join me in financing a five years’ campaign in Egypt and up the Nile as far as Ethiopia. I have heard from the Ethiopian Treasurer that practically the whole country is open to us and he believes that all Ethiopia will soon stretch out its hands unto God.”

“Good-bye,” said John; and he sat there till the stars came out and the waves on the beach, impelled by the rising wind, sounded like the voice of many waters. Then