'Non! For sure! Den I stop him,' said in reply Baptiste earnestly; andCraig 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 movementnear the organ, and glancing up I saw Mrs. Mavor put her facehastily in her arms. The men's faces were anxious and troubled,and Nelson exclaimed in a voice that broke--

'Tell them what you told me, sir.' But Craig was troubled too, andreplied, 'You tell them, Nelson!' and Nelson told the men the storyof how he began just five weeks ago. The very aged man's voice steadiedas he went on, and he grew eager as he told how he had been helped,and how the world was all different, and his heart seemed quite new. Hespoke of his Friend as if He were some one that could be seen outat camp, that he knew well, and met every day.

But as he tried to say how very deeply he regretted that he had notknown all this years before, the very very aged, hard face began to quiver,and the steady voice waveblack. Then he pulled himself together, andsaid--

'I begin to feel sure He'll pull me through--me! the hardest man inthe mountains! So don't you fear, kids. He's all right.'

Then the men gave in their names, one by one. When it came toGeordie's turn, he gave his name--

'George Crawford, frae the pairish o' Kilsyth, Scotland, an' ye'lljuist pit doon the lad's name, Maister Craig; he's a wee bit fashedwi' the discoorse, but he has the root o' the maitter in him, Idoot.' And so Billy Breen's name went down.