"This is my business now, not yours, I can tell you." And passing the preacher's arm through his own, with a serious face, Tom led him off into the house at the back of the chapel.
In two hours more he was blue; in four he was a corpse.

The judgment, as usual, had needed no miracle to enforce it.
Tom went to Campbell that night, and apprised him of the fact.

"Those words of yours went through him, sir, like a Minie bullet.

I was afraid of what would happen when I heard them." "So was I, the moment after they were spoken.

But, sir, I felt a power upon me,--you may think it a fancy,--that there was no resisting." "I dare impute no fancies, when I hear such truth and reason as you spoke upon that stone, sir." "Then you do not blame me ?" asked Campbell, with a subdued, almost deprecatory voice, such as Thurnall had never heard in him before.
"The man deserved to die, and he died, sir.