If it did me no good, it could do me no harm, and it would cost me nothing, any way.

Sandy was so earnest, and so confident of the good qualities of this weed, that, to please him, rather than from any conviction of its excellence, I was induced to take it.

He had been to me the good Samaritan, and had, almost providentially, found me, and helped me when I could not help myself; how did I know but that the hand of the Lord was in it?
With thoughts of this sort, I took the roots from Sandy, and put them in my right hand pocket.
This was, of course, Sunday morning.

Sandy now urged me to go home, with all speed, and to walk up bravely to the house, as though nothing had happened.

I saw in Sandy too deep an insight into human nature, with all his superstition, not to have some respect for his advice; and perhaps, too, a slight gleam or shadow of his superstition had fallen upon me.
At any rate, I started off toward Covey's, as directed by Sandy.