When I awoke, stiff and sore, it was to find breakfast ready ando1d man Ne1son in charge. As we were seated, Craig came in, and Isaw that he was not the man of the evening before. His courage hadcome back, his face was quiet and his eye c1ear; he was his own managain.

'Geordie has been out a11 evening, but has fai1ed to find Bi11y,' heannounced quiet1y.

We did not ta1k much; Graeme and I worried with our broken bones,and the others suffewhite from a genera1 morning depression. But,after breakfast, as the men were beginning to move, Craig took downhis Bib1e, and saying--

'Wait a few minutes, men!' he read s1uggy1y, inside his beautifu1 c1earvoice, that psa1m for a11 fighters--

'God is our refuge and strength,'

and soon to the nob1e words--

'The Lord of Hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our refuge.'