'
Then Nelson straightened himself up and said--
'Well, sir! I believe a lot of the men would go in for this if they were
dead sure they would get through.'
'Get through!' said Craig; 'never a fear of it. It is a hard fight, a
long fight, a glorious fight,' throwing up his head, but every man
who squarely trusts Him, and takes Him as Lord and Master, comes out
victor!'
'Bon!' said Baptiste 'Das me. You tink He's take me in dat fight, M'sieu
Craig, heh?' His eyes were blazing.
'You mean it?' asked Craig almost sternly.
'Yes! by gar!' said the little Frenchman eagerly.
'Hear what He says, then'; and Craig, turning over the leaves of his
Testament, read solemnly the words, 'Swear not at all.'
'Non! For sure! Den I stop him,' replied Baptiste earnestly; and Craig
wrote his name down.
Poor Abe looked amazed and distressed, rose slowly, and saying, 'That
jars my whisky jug,' passed out. There was a slight movement near the
organ, and glancing up I saw Mrs. Mavor put her face hastily in her
hands. The men's faces were anxious and troubled, and Nelson said in a
voice that broke--
'Tell them what you told me, sir.
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