Oh, precious words, sinking right into the torn, troubled heart.

Christ the Redeemer had called him by his name! He was--yes, he _would be His_! He glanced around.

Nobody was to be seen; he was sitting in the hollow at the foot of the hill, and under the shade of a low branching tree.

And there he knelt down to pray; and Satan drew himself away, for the spot around that kneeling boy was holy ground.
Tip's soul had gained the victory..