"My message----" I began, then stopped, and asking to see his watch,
compared it with mine. Oddly enough, they showed the same time to
within two minutes.

"It is a strange thing," I said slowly, "but at 8.5 last night I did
try to send a message for some help because I thought my mate was
dying," and I jerked my thumb towards the tent. "Only it wasn't to you
or any other man, Brother John. Understand?"

"Quite. Message was expressed on, that's all. Expressed and I guess
registered as well."

I looked at Brother John and Brother John looked at me, but at the
time we made no further remark. The thing was too curious, that is,
unless he lied. But nobody had ever known him to lie. He was a
truthful person, painfully truthful at times. And yet there are people
who do not believe in prayer.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Mauled by leopard. Wounds won't heal, and fever. I don't think he can
last long."

"What do you know about it? Let me see him."

Well, he saw him and did wonderful things. That tin box of his was
full of medicines and surgical instruments, which latter he boiled
before he used them. Also he washed his hands till I thought the skin
would come off them, using up more soap than I could spare. First he