"Umph! So that is what you hear, eh? What is the good of hearing such
a voice, if you have no power to make it come true?"

"But the people will hear and understand," the old man insisted. "I am
telling them about it."

"Yes, I know you are, and they think you are a fool for your efforts.
They laugh at you, and call you crazy."

"But they will come to see that I am right. They, too, will hear the
voice, and then they will not be able to resist its pleadings."

"If you had the money they would listen to you, for that is the only
voice people will heed to-day. If you came here with an abundance of
gold, people would hear anything you asked them to in the falls up
yonder. But because you are poor, like myself, your ideas will have no
more weight with them than the lightest feather. Back your visions
with money and people will crowd around you, and you will be heeded.
But try to get along without money, and, bah! you are a fool."

Scarcely had these words left his lips ere a raucous honk up the road
startled him. Then an auto with blazing lights leaped out of the
night. The old man was standing right in its way, unconscious of his
danger. Almost instinctively two strong hands clutched him and hurled
him into the ditch as the car swept past. Shouts of merriment sounded
forth upon the night air from the occupants of the car. The fright
they had given the two by the side of the road evidently gave them much
amusement. Their laughter caused the rescuer to straighten suddenly
up, and clutch the old man fiercely by the arm.