"If we find him in prayer before his God," said Fraggood, "we shall not
be called upon to offer any excuse for our calling. We will ask
forgiveness for the intrusion and retire. But if we find him otherwise,
our object seems reasonable indeed."
"May the gods grant that we need not speak of our object," said
Bimbokrak.
By this time the "committee" had arrived at the door of the mansion.
Fraggood led the way into the office; but the first president was not
there.
"Hark ye!" whispered Fraggood. "Hark!"
"It is the voice of prayer!" said Bimbokrak.
"Silently! Silently!" answered Scramgee, "or he will surely hear us."
"Follow me!" said the president. "Tread lightly!"
The "committee," with beating hearts and light footsteps, sought the
chamber whence came the sound of prayer. They soon found the spot; the
door was open, and the man of God, on his bended knees, was engaged in
solemn devotion.
They gazed upon him for a moment; he saw them not, for his countenance
was turned in another direction.
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