Chapter 2
WHITE SAGETHE night was as a blank to Hare; the morning like a drifting of
hazy clouds before his eyes. He felt himself moving; and when he
awakened clearly to consciousness he lay upon a couch on the
vine-covered porch of a cottage. He saw August Naab open a garden
gate to admit Martin Cole. They met as friends; no trace of scorn
marred August's greeting, and Martin was not the same man who had
shown fear on the desert. His welcome was one of respectful regard
for his superior.
"Elder, I heard you were safe in," he said, fervently. "We
feared—I know not what. I was distressed till I got the news of
your arrival. How's the young man?"
"He's very ill. But while there's life there's hope."
"Will the Bishop administer to him?"
"Gladly, if the young man's willing. Come,
