Didn't Wesley work miracles?
Didn't a cloud temper the sun in answer to his prayer?
Wasn't his horse cured of a lameness by his faith?
Didn't he lay hands upon the blind Catholic girl so that she saw plainly when her eyes rested upon the New Testament and became blind again when she took up the mass book?
Are those stories absurd?
My father himself saw Joseph cast a devil out of Newell Knight." "And this awful journey into a horrid desert.

Why must you go?
Surely there are other ways of salvation." She hesitated a moment.

"I have been told that going to heaven is like going to mill.

If your wheat is good, the miller will never ask which way you came." "Child, child, some one has tampered with you." She retorted quickly.
"He did not tamper, he has never sought to--he was all kindness." She stopped, her short upper lip holding its incautious mate a prisoner.
She blushed furiously under the sudden blaze of his eyes.
"So it's true, what Seth Wright hinted at?
To think that you, of all people--my sweetheart--gone over--won over by a cursed mobocrat--a fiend with the blood of our people wet on his hands! Listen, Prue; I'm going into the desert.

Even though you beg me to stay, you must have known--perhaps you hoped--that I would go.