If you ever pray, let it be only the one old prayer--'Lead us not into temptation.' Live on here quietly.

The time may yet come when you will be that which other men have hoped to be and never will be now." The stranger rose, shook the dust from his sleeve, and ashamed at his own earnestness, looked across the bushes for his horse.
"We should have been on our way already," he said.

"We shall have a long ride in the dark tonight." Waldo hastened to fetch the animal; but he returned leading it slowly.
The sooner it came the sooner would its rider be gone.
The stranger was opening his saddlebag, in which were a bright French novel and an old brown volume.

He took the last and held it out to the boy.
"It may be of some help to you," he said, carelessly.

"It was a gospel to me when I first fell on it.