“God help me!” he exclaimed, under a sudden impulse, “I’ve come down very low, God help me!”
Fred soon returned.
“You prayed for guidance, I suppose?” said Tom, as his friend sat down beside him.
“I did.”
“Well, what is the result?”
“There is no result as yet—except, of course, the calmer state of my mind, now that I have committed our case into our Father’s hands.”
“Your Father’s, you mean.”
“No, I mean our, for He is your father as well as mine, whether you admit it or not. Jesus has bought you and paid for you, Tom, with His own blood. You are not your own.”
“Not my own? bought and paid for!” thought Brixton, recalling the scene in which words of somewhat similar import had been addressed to him. “Bought and paid for—twice bought! Body and soul!” Then, aloud, “And what are you going to do now, Fred?”
“Going to discuss the situation with you.”