voice he answered, 'I hardly know, sir; but I am not gone yet, though it
seems little to hold to.'

'All you want for a grip is what your hand can cover. What would you
have? And besides, do you know why you are not gone yet?'

The old man waited, looking at the minister gravely.

'Because He hasn't let go His grip of you.'

'How do you know He's gripped me?'

'Now, look here, Nelson, do you want to quit this thing and give it all
up?'

'No, no! For heaven's sake, no! Why, do you think I have lost it?' said
Nelson, almost piteously.

'Well, He's keener about it than you; and I'll bet you haven't thought
it worth while to thank Him.'

'To thank Him,' he repeated, almost stupidly, 'for--'

'For keeping you where you are overnight,' said Mr. Craig, almost
sternly.

The old man gazed at the minister, a light growing in his eyes.

'You're right. Thank God, you're right.' And then he turned quickly
away, and went into the stable behind his team. It was a minute before