“Yes, Jim. There’s a God,” he went on, without any display. “There’s a great big God––just such a God as you and I have knelt to when we were bits of kiddies. Maybe He’s so big that our poor, weak brains can’t understand Him. But He’s there, right up above us, and for every poor mean atom we call ‘man’ He’s set out a trail to walk on. It’s called the One-way Trail. And the One-way Trail is just the trail of Life. It’s chock full of pitfalls and stumbling-blocks, that make us cuss like mad. But it’s good for us to walk over it. There are no turnings or by-paths, and no turning back. And, maybe, when we get to the end something will have been achieved in His scheme of things that our silly brains can’t grasp. Yes, there is a God, Jim, and you’re just hitting the trail He’s set for you.”
But Jim was in no reasonable mood.
“Then where’s the cursed justice–––” he began heatedly. But broke off as the other shrugged his great shoulders.
He waited for Peter to speak. He waited, stirred to a mad contentiousness, to tear his friend’s arguments to ribbons, and fling their broken remains back in his face. But no arguments were forthcoming. Peter understood his temper, and saw the uselessness of argument. Besides, he could smell the reek of whiskey.
He thought swiftly with all the wisdom of a great understanding and experience. And finally his manner changed utterly. He suddenly became cordially sympathetic with the other’s angry mood. He even agreed with him.
“Maybe you’re right, though, Jim,” he said. “Things have been mighty hard for you. You’ve had a heap of 67 trouble. I can’t say I wonder at you taking it bad, and thinking things. But––but what are you going to do now? Buck the game afresh?”
Jim did not pause to think. He jumped speedily at the bait held out to him so subtly.
“Yes,” he cried, with a bitter laugh. “But it’ll be a different game. A game most folks out here sure know how to play. We’re most of us life’s derelicts. I’ll buck it, Peter, and set the devil dancing.”
The other nodded.
“I know. I know. He’s always ready to dance if we pay for the tune.”