The small boat held only two of the wrecked ship's survivors.  Tossed upon the waves for half the night, the two rejoiced when the waters calmed enough to give them hope that their lives were spared.  In the dim light, land could be seen nearby.  Surely, God had delivered them!  Taking turns paddling with the one oar left them, they slowly made their way to shore.

"Ortiz, wake up--Ortiz!"

Quickly dropping the oar into the boat, Arturo joined Emmanuel who was already on his knees praying for deliverance.  A shrill, whistling sound brought Emmanuel's eyes up.  At first, he saw nothing.  Suddenly, the great tree high up on the spit of land before them gave a mighty shudder.  A thunderous crash shattered the morning stillness.

"It is over, Arturo.  We have seen God's fire fall from heaven."

"A sign, perhaps, that we have found His favor?  You think so, Ortiz?"

"Yes.  I'll take the oar now.  We are almost to land.  We will go and search for evidence of the thing we saw."

The natives were the first to find the large hunk of stone that had burned so brightly as it fell to Earth.  Na-tay-atch-sa motioned the boys to keep a safe distance as he walked over to the stone.  Kneeling, he stretched out his hand and touched the great rock.  The boys jumped as he fell back with a gasp.

"The stone is cold," he said. I saw its fire...."

His exclamations were stopped by a sound.  Every eye turned to see the two figures that rose up from behind the dune, back-lighted by the first rays of the morning sun.  They appeared as men, but on their heads and torsos were strange coverings that gleamed in the light.