else would he be instantly flung through the wastes of Hell.

Blackana, knowing his limit, as all foul fiends do, dared to venture
no further in his rage, but calmed himself and, with unexpected
civility, he addressed me. He told me, in close detail, how Mr. World,
by his binding promises to his companion, had played the part of folly
rather than Miss Church-Member who did nothing more than enter upon
a more convenient and a Broader Way to heaven, and that, too, in good
company.

"And what think you,--will Mr. World ever fulfill his binding promises?"

"Do not doubt it, sir. Mr. World is an honorable gentleman. His promises
are always fulfilled.

"A lie! A lie! Can you not speak the truth?"

Again he was about to rise into terrible proportions when a great hand
moved the door on its hinges. Blackana, interpreting that movement
better than I, continued in dread restraint. I looked again upon the
Broad Highway, and saw how Mr. World had so completely won the
confidence of Miss Church-Member that she now frequently expressed her
sense of obligation to him, and declared that he was not so mean a
fellow as some alleged, and as she had been inclined to believe.

"Pray, tell me who seeks to injure my good reputation?" he courteously
asked.

"It has long been current talk on the King's Highway that you are
deceitful and treacherous, and that you aim to lead people to ruin.