"We do not think, sir—we are sure."
"Ah, how? why?"
For a moment Bob felt afraid to speak; the silence of the room, save for the ticking of the little clock, and the occasional rustle of papers, together with the experiences through which he had been passing, almost unnerved him; besides, there was something uncanny, almost ghostly, about the silent, lonely figure there.
"You would have me speak freely, sir?"
"I command you to do so."
"We shall win, sir, because God is always on the side of right."
"God! Do you believe in God?"
"I believe in nothing else so much."
"Right! Then you think you are in the right?"
"What doubt can there be? We stand for liberty against tyranny; for faithfulness to our promises; but, more than all, we stand for peace against war,—that is why God will be on our side."