"
"Do you know, Jack," said his father earnestly, "we make our religion
far too unreal; a thing either of forms remote from life, or a thing of
individualistic emotion divorced from responsibility. One thing
history reveals, that the early propagandum for the faith was entirely
unprofessional. It was from friend to friend, from man to man. It was
horizontal rather than perpendicular."
"Well, I shall think it over," said Jack.
"Do you know," said his father, "that I have the feeling of having
accepted from Rob responsibility for our utmost endeavour to bring it
about that, as Rob puts it, 'somehow he shall get back'?"
It was full twenty minutes before train time when Rob, torn with anxiety
lest they should be late, marched his brother on to the railway platform
to wait for the Camerons, who were to arrive from the North. Up and
down they paraded, Dunn turning over in his mind the conversation of the
night before, Rob breaking away every three minutes to consult the clock
and the booking clerk at the wicket.
"Will he come to us this afternoon, Jack, do you think?" enquired the
boy.
"Don't know! He turned down a football lunch! He has his sister and his
father with him."
"His sister could come with him!" argued the boy.
"What about his father?"
Rob had been close enough to events to know that the Captain constituted
something of a difficulty in the situation.
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