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XXVI Across the Frontier |
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``He always knows,'' answered Marco proudly. ``Always.'' He waved his hand like a young king toward The Rat. He wanted each man they met to understand the value of The Rat. ``He chose for me this companion,'' he added. ``I have done nothing alone.'' ``He let me call myself his aide-de-camp!'' burst forth The Rat. ``I would be cut into inch-long strips for him.'' Marco translated. Then the priest looked at The Rat and slowly nodded his head. ``Yes,'' he said. ``He knew best. He always knows best. That I see.'' ``How did you know I was my father's son?'' asked Marco. ``You have seen him?'' ``No,'' was the answer; ``but I have seen a picture which is said to be his image--and you are the picture's self. It is, indeed, a strange thing that two of God's creatures should be so alike. There is a purpose in it.'' He led them into his bare small house and made them rest, and drink goat's milk, and eat food. As he moved about the hut-like place, there was a mysterious and exalted look on his face. |
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