It was hard to tell what sharp turn things might take.

He was about to speak, but suddenly from the crowd there was spat out at him the words, "Spy! Sneak! Spy!" Instantly the wave of feeling ran against him.

He smiled frankly, however, with that droll twist of his mouth which had won so many, and the raillery of his eyes was more friendly than any appeal.
"Spy, if you like, my friends," he said firmly and clearly.

"Moses sent spies down into the Land of Promise, and they brought back big bunches of grapes.

Well, I've come down into a land of promise.