The muezzin call to sunset prayer in the Arab village came to him
clear and sharp, while he sat there, unutterably lonely.  Why had
that smile so moved him? Other death smiles had been like this
evening smile on the desert hills--a glowing peace, a promise of
heaven.  But the boy's smile had said: 'Waste no breath on me--you
cannot help.  Who knows--who knows? I have no hope, no faith; but I
am adventuring.  Good-bye!' Poor boy! He had braved all things, and
moved out uncertain, yet undaunted! Was that, then, the uttermost
truth, was faith a smaller thing? But from that strange notion he.
recoiled with horror.  'In faith I have lived, in faith I will die!'
he thought, 'God helping me!' And the breeze, ruffling the desert
sand, blew the grains against the palms of his hands, outstretched
above the warm earth. 

End of The Project Gutenberg Etext Saint's Progress, by John Galsworthy