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 Scobee gently on the shoulder. "He is sleeping," he said.

"Do not disturb him," cautioned Pau Dah. "My work has been well done. Let him sleep in this breeze-tossed garden until morning. When he awakens his sight will be entirely restored."

So saying Pau Dah departed to return no more.

Hung Long Tom seated himself a short distance from Scobee. All through the night he would watch over him. Had their pilgrimage then succeeded?

At last morning came. The garden cast off its robe of night. The flowers commenced to unfold, the birds to stir about. Scobee opened his eyes.

Hung Long Tom's agitation was so great he scarcely breathed. It was one of the supreme moments of his life. Wonderful indeed would it be if China had given Scobee sight again.

"How do you feel?" he asked, striving to keep his voice from trembling.