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But in either case the altar in question is not of the Church but of the Tabernacle. The "we" of ver. 10 is the community in its Hebrew rather than in its Christian character. James Burkitt, in The Golden Altar: an Exposition of Hebrews xiii. 10, 11. So the whole thought centres itself in the supreme Sacrifice, as Antitype answering to type. Jesus is our holocaust, wholly sacrificed for our sins.
Hampton?" asked Tommy, coming close in the darkness to peer at him. "Yes. What is it? Who are you?" "I'm Burkitt, Tommy Burkitt, you know Bud Lee's helper. I I am afraid something has happened. Lee hasn't come in yet; they tried to pick him off once already, you know " "Neither has Miss Sanford come in," said Hampton quickly, sensing here at last a fear that was fellow to his own.
As word after word of her account fell upon Hampton's ears, his eyes widened, the stiffness of his bearing fell away, the glint of anger went out of his eyes, a look of wonder came into them. And when she had finished, Hampton did not hesitate. He turned quickly and put out two hands, one to Lee, one to Burkitt. "I was a chump, same as usual," he grunted. "Forget it if you can. I can't."
It may be that, as Professor Burkitt has suggested, the awful experiences of the fall of Jerusalem and the destruction of the Temple produced within Pharisaism a moral reformation which drove the Jew within and thus spiritualised Judaism. For undoubtedly the Pharisee of the Gospels is by no means the Pharisee as we meet him in the Jewish books.
"They rode toward the Upper End. You know the way, Burkitt?" He moved on toward the corral; Burkitt turned and came with him. "Sure I know the trail," muttered Tommy. "You're goin' to see what's wrong with 'em! Miss Judy, too! My God " "Bring out a couple of horses," Hampton commanded crisply. "We've lost time enough already." "I'll go tell Carson an' the boys " "I have already told Carson.
Tommy Burkitt, staring back across the broken miles of mountain, cañon, and forest, his eyes frowning, was muttering: "Look at that, Bud. What do you make of it?" For a little Lee did not answer. He and Tommy and Hampton, standing among the rocks, turned their eyes together toward the hills rimming in the northern side of Blue Lake ranch.
So at last they left the mountain-top and made their slow way down. As they went Lee told her something of what had happened at the ranch, how Carson would hold off the buyers, how Tommy Burkitt was assuming charge of Pollock Hampton. And when they came near enough to Burkitt's and Hampton's hiding-place, Lee fired a rifle several times to get Burkitt's attention.
A tremor went through him and he was not ashamed of it; for it was not the quaking of fear, but the thrill in the blood of a man who, plucked from a round of social artificialities, finds himself with the smell of burnt powder in his nostrils and who feels a swift eagerness for what may lie just yonder waiting for him. "They're at it now!" he whispered to Burkitt.
"If a man's got the hunch an egg is bad," he mused, "is that a real good and sufficient reason why he should go poking his finger inside the shell? I want to know!" Tommy Burkitt, the youngest wage-earner of the outfit and a profound admirer of all that taciturnity, good-humor, and quick capability which went into the make-up of Bud Lee, approached from the ranch-house on the knoll.
Finally they saw the boy, standing against the sky upon a big rock, waving to them. From Lee's shouts, from his gestures, chiefly from the fact that Judith was there, Burkitt understood and freed Hampton, the two of them coming swiftly down a to Judith and Lee. Hampton's face was hot with the anger which had grown overnight. He came on stiffly, chafing his wrists.
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