is more in the form of a prayer. A cry for help from God.
So as the dark waters drew him down, Ali lifted up his voice in a wild cry that pierced the night like a bolt of lightning, yet he knew there was no one near to hear or to help. But the cry had hardly died upon his lips and his head had not yet disappeared beneath the water when a great bulky form rushed towards him in the water, and a strong subtle something that seemed very familiar was wound about his waist with a strong grip, and placed him gently upon a broad back. A back that no mere flood could submerge.
For a second Ali sat gasping and feeling frantically about him. Then the great arm that had saved him came feeling gently for his face and hands.
"Oh, Joie, Joie," sobbed the bewil-
