The boy straight from his own white home and gayhearted mother sickened as he heard.
Hell?—What need of Hell hereafter for these men, when they had plunged into it on earth?
The words of a greater than Bunyan rang in his ears—
Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin.
Servants! slaves rather; slaves of themselves.
From his perch in the high heavens the boy looked down on them as an angel may look down on souls in torment.
An aweful anger seized his heart. He longed to do God's work for Him— to avenge.
"Vengeance is mine," came a voice. "I will repay."
He started back, amazed.
Had he spoken? had the Lord?