"Yes, but not for sinners like you. Besides if you were one of His servants you would look more cheerful and get on faster. Why you have been two months on the way and have only got so far."
"How do you know that He has accepted you?" persisted another.
"Because He cannot break His word," said Amer, "and He has said, 'him that cometh to Me, I will in no wise cast out;'" then turning round suddenly upon them, he asked,
"What is your name?"
"We are a family of the name of Morbid," they answered, "and we take upon ourselves the duty of warning people if we think they are deceiving themselves."
"I must not tarry here talking to you," said Amer, beginning to wish he had not taken any notice of the Morbids, "I must be continuing my journey," at which he rose from his seat.
But the little grey clad men would not leave him, they ran by his side and would take no hint from him as to his wish to be rid of their company.
For a mile or two they trotted beside him, filling his mind with all sorts of gloomy forebodings, and the more he hurried hoping to out-distance them, the quicker they ran, till at last, somewhat out of breath, they took hold of his coat and so helped themselves along. Amer began to be suspicious of them.
"Are you on your way to Radiant City?" he asked.
"Why not," they answered evasively; then as the lad would not be satisfied with their answer they added.