why I think it a crime
to fling His name about!'

'I wish to Heaven I could say that,' said Beetles.

'Keep wishing hard enough and it will come to you,' said Graeme.

'Look here, old chap,' said Rattray; 'you're quite right about this;
I'm willing to own up. Wig is correct. I know a few, at least, of that
stamp, but most of those who go in for that sort of thing are not much
account'

'For ten years, Rattray,' said Graeme in a downright, matter-of-fact
way, 'you and I have tried this sort of thing'--tapping a bottle--'and
we got out of it all there is to be got, paid well for it, too,
and--faugh! you know it's not good enough, and the more you go in for
it, the more you curse yourself. So I have quit this and I am going in
for the other.'

'What! going in for preaching?'

'Not much--railroading--money in it--and lending a hand to fellows on
the rocks.'

'I say, don't you want a centre forward?' said big Barney in his deep
voice.

'Every man must play his game in his place, old chap. I'd like to see
you tackle it, though, right well,' said Graeme earnestly. And so he
did, in the after years, and good tackling it was. But that is another
story.

'But, I say, Graeme,' persisted Beetles, 'about this business, do you
mean to say you go the whole thing--Jonah, you know, and the rest of
it?'

Graeme hesitated, then said--

'I haven't much of a creed, Beetles; don't really know how much I
believe. But,' by this time he was standing, 'I do know that good is
good, and bad is bad, and good and bad are not the same. And I know
a man's a fool to follow the one, and a wise man to follow the other,
and,' lowering his voice, 'I believe God is at the back of a man who
wants to get done with bad. I've tried all that folly,' sweeping his
hand over the glasses and bottles, 'and all that goes with it, and I've
done with it'

'I'll go you that far,' roared big Barney, following his old captain as
of yore.

'Good man,' said Graeme, striking hands with him.

'Put me down,' said little Wig cheerfully.

Then I took up the word, for there rose before me the scene in the
League saloon, and I saw the beautiful face with the deep shining eyes,
and I was speaking for her again. I told them of Craig and his fight for
these men's lives. I told them, too, of how I had been too indolent to
begin. 'But,' I said, 'I am going this far from to-night,' and I swept
the bottles into the champagne tub.

'I say,' said Polly Lindsay, comin