He conquered the terror." "_'Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee?
and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.'_--What else should his heart do but burn with a righteous wrath ?" Strickland sighed, looking at the quiet gray hills and the vast, still web of cloud above.

"It's come to be a withering fire, hunting fuel everywhere! I remember when he held it in bounds, even when for a time it seemed to die out.

But of late years it has got the better of him.
At last, I think, it is devouring himself." M'Nab made a dissenting sound.

"He has got the implicit belief in God that I see sair lack of elsewhere! He holds fast to God." "Aye.

The God who slays the Amalekites." M'Nab turned his wintry glance upon him.