Davie did not know.
“What did he die for?”
Here Davie had an answer—a cut and dried one:
“To take away our sins,” he said.
“Then what does he live for?”
Davie was once more silent.
“Do you think if a man died for a thing, he would be likely to forget it the minute he rose again?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you not think he would just go on doing the same thing as before?”
“I do, sir.”