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Yva asked again after a pause, for she also seemed to be impressed. "All who do not agree with Bastin's spiritual views," answered Bickley. "Those who, whether from lack of instruction or from hardness of heart, do not follow the true faith. For instance, I suppose that your father and you are heathen," replied Bastin stoutly.
"Sacrificing Bastin, perhaps," I replied, half in jest. "Have you your revolver?" He nodded. We always wore our pistols if we went out during the dark hours. "Then perhaps we had better go to see." We started, and had not covered a hundred yards before a girl, whom I recognised as one of Bastin's converts, came flying towards us and screaming out, "Help! Help! They kill the Bellower with fire!
He admitted the difficulty, but replied that I might endow others who had the qualifications. "In short, become a mulch cow for sucking scientists," I replied, and broke off the conversation. Bastin's idea was, first, that I should teach in a Sunday School; secondly, that if this career did not satisfy all my aspirations, I might be ordained and become a missionary.
I nodded and glanced over the edge of the stone at Bastin's lantern which was sailing alongside of us, till presently we passed it.
Underneath them again in a scrawling, schoolboy fist, very like Bastin's, was inscribed, "Tell us how this is done, you silly doctor, who think yourself so clever." "It seems that the devil really can quote Scripture," was Bastin's only comment, while Jacobsen stared before him and smiled.
Indeed I was wondering whether within a few minutes or hours I should or should not see Natalie again, and if this were the end to which she had seemed to beckon me in that dream. On we sped, and on. About four in the afternoon we heard sounds from Bastin's cabin which faintly reminded me of some tune. I crept to the door and listened.
We followed, dragging Bastin between us. As we did so something hit me gently on the head. It was Bastin's lamp, which I seized. "We are safe. Sit down and rest," said Yva, leading us a few paces away. We obeyed and presently by the dim light saw the stone begin to stir again, this time upwards. In another twenty seconds it was away on its never-ending journey.
Bastin felt that his opportunity had arrived, and was making ready to rise to the occasion. Also we felt, all three of us, that we were extremely shabby-looking objects, and though none of us said so, each did his best to improve his personal appearance. First of all Bickley cut Bastin's and my hair, after which I did him the same service.
I do not know for how long this endured, but I do know how it ended. Presently in the intense silence I heard Bastin's heavy voice and looking round, saw his big head projecting into the sepulchre. "Well, I never!" he said, "you seem to have woke them up with a vengeance. If you begin like that with the lady, there will be complications before you have done, Arbuthnot."
Bastin's kind of conventional heaven, which he speaks about as though to reach it one stumbled through darkness for a minute into a fine new house next door, where excellent servants had made everything ready for your arrival and all the lights were turned up. It is something quite different from that and very much more real."
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