“Do you mean God’s book?”
“Yes.”
“Well, yes, I’ve been reading it, off and on, for a considerable time past; but I didn’t quite see the way of salvation until recently.”
“Ha! that’s it; that’s what must have turned your head.”
“What!” exclaimed Christian, with a smiling glance at his perplexed comrade. “Do you mean turned in the right or the wrong direction?”
“Well, whether right or wrong, it’s not for me to say but for you to prove, Mr Christian.”
This reply seemed to set the mind of the other wandering, for he continued to lead his companion down the hill in silence after that. At last he said—
“John Adams, whatever turn my head may have got, I shall have reason to thank God for it all the days of my life—ay, and afterwards throughout eternity.”
The silence which ensued after this remark was broken soon after by a series of yells, which came from the direction of Matthew Quintal’s house, and caused both Christian and Adams to frown as they hastened forward.
“There’s one man that needs forgiveness,” said Adams, sternly. “Whether he’ll get it or not is a question.”