back at the tomb approvingly, then down at the town again. "Called it 'The City of God,' did he? Well, sir, if he thought so much o' that little place, it's a pity he couldn't 'a' lived to" But a second thought dimmed his brightened interest, and he walked on almost gloomily. "Book about spiritual matters, I expect," he said.
"Yes, sir. Saint Augustine lived in Fifth Century also; he wrote this book in thirteen years from four hunder' thirteen Anno Domini to four hunder' twenty-six. In the year four hunder' thirty the city of Hippo was besiege' by"
"Never mind, John," Tinker interrupted soothingly. "You can tell us about it in the car. What time you think you're goin' to get us into Tunis to-morrow?"
"If we start very early in the morning we arrive by five o'clock."
"All right," Tinker said, and he glanced upward apprehensively.
Mrs. Tinker was leaning out of the window of the automobile, sternly watching his slow approach; her tears were vanished, and she had now gone into the second of the two moods that had been hers, to the exclusion of all others, during the entire journey from
