"Why do you say He is here?"
"Because" (Trenholme called out his words in the same high key) "before He died, and after, He said He would always be with His servants. Don't you believe what He said?"
Again the old man yielded a few paces, evidently listening and hearing with difficulty, perhaps indeed only hearing one or two words that attracted him.
"Did the Lord say it to you?" he asked eagerly.
"No."
There was blank disappointment shown instantly. They had come to a standstill again.
"Do you know him?" The strong old face was peering eagerly into his, as if it had not been dark. "Have you heard his voice?"
"I don't know," answered Trenholme, half angrily.
Without another word the old man shook him off, and turned once more to the starry sky above.
"Lord Jesus!" he prayed, "this man has never heard thy voice. They who have heard Thee know thy voice—they know, O Lord, they know." He retraced all the steps he had taken with Trenholme and continued in prayer.