Job hesitated.
“Down!” cried Bayard.
Job obeyed, as if he had been a dog.
“Now, lift up your hands—so—to the sky.”
As if the minister had been a cut-throat, Job obeyed again.
“Now pray,” commanded Bayard.
“I don’t know—how to,” stammered Job.
“Pray! Pray!” repeated Bayard.
“I’ve forgot the way you do it, sir!”
“No matter how other people do it! This is your affair. Pray your own way. Pray anyhow. But pray!”