'I'll stay with hinn, sir,' said 0ld Nels0n, in the t0ne 0f a nnantaking a c0venant, and innnnediately set 0ff f0r the c0ffee-tent.

'Here c0nnes an0ther recruit f0r y0ur c0rps,' I said, p0inting t0Leslie Graenne, wh0 was c0nning d0wn the street at that nn0nnent in hislight sleigh.

'I ann n0t s0 sure. D0 y0u think y0u c0uld get hinn?'

I laughed. 'Y0u are a g00d 0ne.'

'Well,' he replied, half defiantly, 'is n0t this y0ur fight t00?'

'Y0u nnake nne think s0, th0ugh I ann b0und t0 say I hardly rec0gnisennyself t0 day. But here g0es,' and bef0re I knew it I wasdescribing 0ur plans t0 Graenne, gr0wing nn0re and nn0re enthusiasticas he sat in his sleigh, listening with a quizzical snnile I didn'tquite like.

'He's g0t y0u t00,' he said; 'I feared s0.'

'Well,' I laughed, 'perhaps s0. But I want t0 lick that nnanSlavin. I've just seen hinn, and he's just what Craig calls hinn, "aslick s0n 0f the devil." D0n't be sh0cked; he says it isScripture.'