"
How still the room was while he waited for his answer! Tip could feel his
heart throb--throb--with loud, distinct beats; twice he tried to break
the silence, and couldn't. At last he found voice: "I do, sir."
Mr. Minturn turned quickly. "What makes you think so, Tip?"
"Because I love Jesus, and I'm trying to do what He says."
Mr. Minturn's voice trembled a little: "God bless you, my boy; try to
get all the rest to go through the same gate."
The town clock struck the hour, nine o'clock. The boys made a move to
separate. Tip took his cap and walked out alone in the cold, clear
starlight. He felt quiet and strong. It was done at last: he had taken
his stand before the boys--had "shown his colours."
They all knew now that he was trying hard, and who was helping him.
Things must surely be different after this, for ever.
CHAPTER XV.
"And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in player, believing, ye
shall receive."
Meantime, was Kitty forgotten? Not a bit of it. If ever boy prayed for
any one, Tip prayed for her.
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