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So, with due precautions, Bastin and I fetched water from the stream which we found flowed over the edge of the cliff quite close at hand into a beautiful coral basin that might have been designed for a bath of the nymphs. Indeed one at a time, while the other watched, we undressed and plunged into it, and never was a tub more welcome than after our long days of tempest.
Well, it is very interesting, but I have seen enough of it. Also I am afraid of being blown away." "I fear that you must see more," answered Yva with a smile, "since we are about to descend this pit." "Do you mean that we are to go down that hole, and if so, how? I don't see any lift, or moving staircase, or anything of that sort." "Easily and safely enough, Bastin. See."
After a few ordinary exchanges between the pair, the Rabbi, suddenly looked up eagerly, saying: "I have come to say good-bye, to you, my friend, unless, by any fortunate chance, I can persuade you to accompany me, or, at least, follow me soon." "Good-bye, Cohen?" cried Ralph, "Why what where are you going?" "To Jerusalem, Bastin!"
If I could, should I ask you to expound to me your religion which probably is of no more worth than a score of others I have studied, just because it tells of the future? If I could read the future I should be a god instead of only an earth-lord." "Your daughter called you a god and you said that you knew we were coming to wake you up, which is reading the future," answered Bastin.
Evidently they considered it a magical and religious ceremony; indeed ever afterwards they called Bickley the Great Priest, or sometimes the Great Healer in later days. This was a grievance to Bastin who considered that he had been robbed of his proper title, especially when he learned that among themselves he was only known as "the Bellower," because of the loud voice in which he addressed them.
Then suddenly Bastin took up his parable in the Polynesian tongue which to a certain extent he had acquired with so much pains. "What is this place called?" he asked slowly and distinctly, pausing between each word. His audience shook their heads and he tried again, putting the accents on different syllables. Behold! some bright spirit understood him and answered: "Orofena."
I suppose that Yva came with us though I never saw her do so, and the odd thing was that when we arrived in the sepulchre, she seemed already to be standing there waiting to direct us. "Really," remarked Bastin, "this is exactly like Maskelyne and Cook. Did you ever see their performance, Bickley? If so, it must have given you lots to explain for quite a long while."
"He will prevent it!" raved Bastin. "Even now He commands me to prevent it, and I obey!" Then, drawing the revolver from his pocket, he pointed it at Oro's breast, adding: "Swear not to commit this crime, or I will kill you!" "So the man of peace would become a man of blood," mused Oro, "and kill that I may not kill for the good of the world?
"Yes, Arbuthnot," said Bastin, "we saw that in your face, and in hers as she bade us good night before she went into the cave, and we congratulate you and wish you every happiness." "We wish you every happiness, old fellow," chimed in Bickley. He paused a while, then added, "But to be honest, I am not sure that I congratulate you." "Why not, Bickley?"
You know that there are certain gases which produce illusions, laughing gas is one of them, and that these gases are sometimes met with in caves. Now there were very peculiar odours in that place under the statue, which may have worked upon our imaginations in some such way. Otherwise we are up against a miracle, and, as you know, I do not believe in miracles." "I do," said Bastin calmly.
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