carry me away from home. But for them I would not be here now."

"And my body would be lying out there in the snow, gored, torn and
trampled. Wonderful, indeed, is the chain of events."

"It is wonderful," Jean agreed. "I have been thinking so much about it
ever since Sam rescued me that night from Seth Lupin. I was in
absolute despair, but just when help was needed most it seemed as if
God reached out His hand and saved me. The words of that beautiful
hymn, 'The Lord's My Shepherd,' have been often in my mind. I sang it
one night to Sam and Kitty, and they were greatly pleased."

"Will you sing it to me?" the man asked. "It has been many years since
I have heard any singing, except rough camp songs."

Although surprised at this request, as well as the sudden change in the
man's manner, Jean did as she was requested. In a clear, sweet voice
she sang the first verse,
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want,
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

She was about to begin the next verse when a step was heard outside,
and then a heavy knock sounded upon the door.




CHAPTER XXV