if I get in that fix, I guess, if I hang on to Him tight."

"Not unless you hang on in the right way," said the deacon. "You must
believe what all Christians believe, if you want to be saved. You don't
feel that you're prepared to die, do you?"

"I felt it a good many times, deacon, when I was in that jail; an'
sometimes I half wished I could die right away."

"Pshaw!" muttered the deacon. "You don't understand. You're groping in
darkness. You don't understand."

"That's so, deacon, if you mean I don't understand what you're drivin'
at."

"Don't you feel Christ in you the hope of glory?"

"I don't know what you mean, deacon?"

"Don't you feel that a sacrifice has been made to atone for your sins?"

"I can't follow you, deacon."

"I thought not. You haven't got things right at all. You haven't been
converted: that's what's the matter with you."

"Do you mean, Deacon," said Sam, after a moment, "that what I'm
believin' about Jesus is all wrong an' there ain't nothin' in it?"

"Why, no; I can't say that," the deacon replied, "but--but you've