quences. That, it seems to
me, is the position to-day. We have nothing to do with this wild war
spirit. There are a few men in England, thank God, who protest against
war, and it is for them to be true to the light that is within them, no
matter what the result may be. Of course, we are told that if we do
not crush Germany our liberties will be destroyed and our Empire taken
from us. What have we to do with that? We believe in an over-ruling
Providence. Believing that, and knowing that Christ is the Prince of
Peace, we must absolutely refuse to meet force with force, bloodshed
with bloodshed."

Bob stayed a long time with the Professor, and when he left he was more
than ever convinced that he had done right. A Christian could not
participate in this war, and still be true to his Christianity.

In spite of this, however, there was something at the back of his mind
which told him that the Professor was not right. He could not tell
what it was; nevertheless, it was there.

It was eleven o'clock when he left Dr. Renthall's house, and then,
instead of going back to his hotel, he wandered away in the opposite
direction towards the country.

Heedless of time, and forgetful of everything in the maze of his own
thoughts, he went farther than he had intended, and presently, when he
heard the sound of a clock striking midnight, he realised that he was
staying at an hotel, and ought to have been back long since.

No sooner had he turned, however, than he was startled by a cry of fear
and pain. It was the cry of a woman's voice too, and, acting upon the
impulse of the moment, he rushed to the spot whence the sound came.

Near by was a little village, every house of which was in darkness. At
first he could see nothing, then he heard the sound of struggling
coming from a lonely lane close by the village.

"Give it me, I say, or I'll murder you."

It was a man's voice, raucous and brutal.

"No, no, you may kill me if you like, but I won't," a woman's voice
replied.

Bob saw the man lift his hand to strike her, but before it fell he had
rushed upon him, and hurled him aside.

"Who are you, and what do yer want?" cried the fellow, interlarding his
question with foul epithets.

"No matter who I am, or what I want," replied Bob. "Leave that woman
alone."

The man eyed Bob for a moment, stealthily, and then without warning
rushed upon him.

A minute later the two men were struggling wildly. The man was
strong