All who sat on the top of the coach had heard him and when he had finished they clapped their hands.
Jack was much relieved.

He had been put in mind of what Doctor Franklin had said long ago, one evening in Albany, of his struggle against the faults and follies of his youth.

For a moment Mr.Pinhorn was dumb with astonishment.
"Nevertheless, sir, I hold to my convictions," he said.
"Of course you do," Mr.Adams answered.

"No man like you ever recovered from his convictions, for the reason that his convictions are stronger than he is." Mr.Pinhorn partly covered his mouth and turned to the boy and whispered: "It is a time of violent men.

Let us hold our peace." At the next stop where they halted for dinner Mr.Adams asked the boy to sit down with him at the table.