canvas. He saw the winding shadow of a rope as it dangled from the arms
of one of the men. Still he listened. Still they whispered.

"No difference about Benton, we want the preacher," he heard one say.

"Are you sure this is his tent?" whispered another.

"Yes, I saw him sitting in this tent's door reading this afternoon,"
whispered a third.

"We must get the rope on him and make away with him before the camp is
aroused," someone said.

"What shall I do?" thought the pious man. "Does it mean that I must
suffer death at the hands of this mob, simply because I have preached
the truth? Will they hang me? Will they choke me? Will they stone me?
Will they drag me over these awful rocks until life is dashed out? What
meant the gleam in Bonds' eyes last night in the service? What will
become of my dear wife and boy in Ohio? Will I recant? Will I deny my
Lord? Will I shun to declare the whole counsel of God?" All these
questions and many others flashed across the Evangelist's mind like
angry streaks of lightning across a black cloud.

Through the thin canvas he saw in the moonlight half a dozen husky men
seize hold of one end of a rope, the other end of which was arranged in
a slip-loop.

"Now when I get the rope on him, make for the hills," said one man as he
began to untie the strings that held the door of the tent. Just at this
instant Evangelist Blank slipped under the edge of the tent on the