"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."