He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself.
Could it be that this strange new sense of the Presence was "the witness" here mentioned? He knew it like his sense of rhythm, or the look of his mother's face, or the joy of a summer morning. It was not anything he could analyze. One might argue that there was no such thing, science might prove there was not, but he knew it, had seen it, felt it! He had the witness in himself. Was that what it meant?
With troubled brow he turned over the leaves again:
If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God.
Ah! There was an offer, why not close with it?
He dropped his head on the open book with the old words of self-surrender:
"Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?"
A moment later Pat McCluny opened the door, cautiously, quietly; then, with a nod to Tennelly back of him, he entered with confidence.
Courtland rose. His face was white, but there was a light of something in his eyes they did not understand.
They went over to him as if he had been a child who had been lost and was found on some perilous height and needing to be coaxed gently away from it.