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The artist thought that fever had driven the wounded warrior from his couch, as it formerly did his fellow-pupil Lycon, whom, in the delirium of typhus, he could keep in bed only by force So he led the Gaul carefully back to the couch he had deserted, and, afterbalm from Myrtilus's medicine chest, ordered him to keep quiet

The barbarian yielded as obediently as a child, but at first reible broken Greek, how he came to this place

After Hermon had satisfied his curiosity, he also put a few questions, and learned that his charge not only wore a mustache, like his fellow countrye of the bridge builders, to which class he belonged While exa the canal, it had fallen in upon him

He closed his eyes as he spoke, and Hermon wondered if it was not time for him to lie down also; but the wounded , and the Gallic words which he constantly muttered were probably about the phantonised from Lycon's illness

So he resolved to wait and continue to devote the night, which he had already intended to give him, to the sufferer From the chair at the foot of the bed he looked directly into his face The soft light of the la from a tall, heavy bronze stand in the shape of an anchor, which Bias had brought, shone brightly enough to allow him to perceive hoerful was the hter in hue than the barbarian's, and how sharp was the contrast between his long, thick black beard and his white face and bare arched chest!

Hermon had noticed this same contrast in his own person Otherwise the Gaul did not reseht even have refused to compare his soft, wavy beard with the harsh, almost bristly one of the barbarian And what a defiant, almost evil expression his countenance hen--perhaps because his wound ached--he closed his lips ly let him, Hermon, take thee-looking fellow

Yet in build, and at any rate in height and breadth of shoulders, there was soe builder, the injured ed, in a certain sense, to the ranks of the artists, and this increased Hermon's interest in his patient, as now probably out of the er