‘Steady, you idiot!’
This was to Dandy, who had taken a sudden side spring into the deep snow, almost upsetting us. A man stepped out from the shadow. It was old man Nelson. He came straight to the sleigh, and, ignoring my presence completely, said—
‘Mr. Craig, are you dead sure of this? Will it work?’
‘Do you mean,’ said Craig, taking him up promptly, ‘can Jesus Christ save you from your sins and make a man of you?’
The old man nodded, keeping his hungry eyes on the other’s face.
‘Well, here’s His message to you: “The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.”’
‘To me? To me?’ said the old man eagerly.
‘Listen; this, too, is His Word: “Him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out.” That’s for you, for here you are, coming.’
‘You don’t know me, Mr. Craig. I left my baby fifteen years ago because—’
‘Stop!’ said the minister. ‘Don’t tell me, at least not to-night; perhaps never. Tell Him who knows it all now, and who never betrays a secret. Have it out with Him. Don’t be afraid to trust Him.’