"'Thank God!' I exclaimed. 'And we—we must be baptized before they go!'
"'You're running quick, Mon,' said the warden, 'What's the hurry?'
"'We might never have the chance again, as the missoinaries are leaving. You will baptize me?' I asked them.
"'Yes, indeed,—We will do all we can for you before we leave,' they answered happily.
"That evening we were baptized. I shall never forget the glorious moon shining on the waters,—the clear frosty air that invigorated our bodies, and yet did not chill.
"When we returned to the jail, we spent an hour in prayer and never did I feel the Lord's Spirit, as I did within those prison walls that night.
"The next day before dawn, I took our prisoners out of town and saw them safely across the border.
"'I wish that you could go back to America with us,' they said anxiously.
"'Oh, don't worry about me,' I replied joyously, I'll have to keep the faith a secret here, but I'm going home at Christmas-time, and when I tell them all, they'll rejoice and accept the Gospel, too. Then, I will not fear, for father's an influential man.'
"'God grant that it may be so,' returned the missionaries, 'and the warden?'