The pitiless sentences dropped; the speaker, exhausted, wiped his brow and pondered a moment; and the lads from the farms about, most of whom David knew by sight, were left staring at the floor, some inclined to laugh by reaction, others crimson and miserable.
Well; so God was everywhere forgotten--in the fields and in the mill.

The greedy, vicious hours went by, and God still waited--waited.

Would he wait for ever?
'_Nay!_' The intense, low-spoken word sent a shiver through the room.

The revivalist passion had been mounting rapidly amongst the listeners, and the revivalist sense divined what was coming.

To his dying day David, at least, never forgot the picture of a sinner's death agony, a sinner's doom, which followed.