"We'll do it, God helping us!" "Our dependence and trust is in the Lord of Hosts, in Whose Name we go forth," boomed the voice of Ferguson, quoting from his precious Declaration.

"The Lord will do that which seemeth good unto Him." "An unanswerable argument," said Wilding, smiling.

"But the Lord, I am told by the gentlemen of your cloth, works in His own good time, and my fears are all lest, finding us unprepared of ourselves, the Lord's good time be not yet." "Out on ye, sir," cried Ferguson.

"Ye want for reverence!" "Common sense will serve us better at the moment," answered Wilding with a touch of sharpness.

He turned to the frowning and perplexed Duke--whose mind was being tossed this way and that, like a shuttlecock upon the battledore of these men's words.