How long he had been praying for Bob! Perhaps this was the way in which God meant to answer, by giving him a chance to work as well as pray.

Perhaps he ought to be _willing_ to have him come.

No matter how much the clerks might make fun of him for having such a friend; no matter how much pain and annoyance it might cause him; if this was God speaking to him to help his brother, how dreadful it would be to make no answer! He sat down to think about it; his algebra lay open before him; he was not quite ready for Ray, but he could not attend to algebra now.
"Let me see," he said; "if there _should_ be such a thing as that Bob could come, what would I do for him?
One of two things is certain, either he'll lead me or I shall him; we always did when we were together much.
Which will it be?
If he leads me, he'll lead me into mischief, just as sure as the world; if I lead _him_, I'll try to keep him out of mischief.
It's clear that I ought to be the leader.

Now, how would I do it, I wonder?
Bob ought to be a Christian; he won't be safe two minutes at a time until he is.

If God says anything, He says He'll hear prayer.