China -- History -- Boxer Rebellion, 1899-1901 -- Juvenile fiction; Missions -- China -- Juvenile fiction
"Nina," he said fervently—forgetting in the excitement of the moment
that he was using her Christian name—"Nina, do you recollect in the
history of Elisha how he prayed that the young man’s eyes might be
opened, and how when they were he saw that the whole mountain was full
of chariots and horses. Do you know I feel like that young man, as if
the Lord had opened my eyes; I believe that He will appear for us, that
in this place, grim and dark though it be, we are surrounded by myriads
of His angels for our protection."
"And yet," replied Nina, a little doubtfully, "God _does_ permit
dreadful things sometimes to happen to His children."
"That is true," said young Crawford, "and that is one of the things
which will be explained one day, but I do not believe it will be so
to-day. I cannot think that the Lord would have allowed me to have this
feeling, which almost amounts to a revelation, for nothing. Be of good
cheer," he added, tenderly. "If a thousand men came against me, I
should not fear; the Lord is on our side, and you shall never fall into
their hands. Come, take my arm, you are not strong yet." He kept his
sword arm free, but with the other he gathered her hand in his, and
placed it within his arm, and the support which this afforded her seemed
to impart to him additional strength.
They had reached the egress now and held their breath. This was the
critical moment. When they opened the door what would they see? Would
the way be clear or would they be caught like rats in a trap? In that
case, unless deliverance came from some entirely unexpected source, they
would have to remain where they were until their provisions failed them,
or they were discovered and overwhelmed by numbers; or they would have
to fight their way across the open space Three men, good and true, for
they could not reckon on Wang, to protect themselves and two helpless
women! It was a terrible look out, and a deep, fervent prayer rose from
every manly heart to God for His protection; Paul St. John, casting his
eyes on Lilian and Nina, and thinking of his absent wife and children,
lifted up his great heart in supplication also—"Lord, if it be possible,
for the sake of these, and those absent who are dear to us, deliver us
now; nevertheless not my will, but Thine be done."
"It’s all right," said Mr. Li, looking cautiously out, "but there is not
a moment to lose, I will go on at once; prepare to follow when you see
me reach the other side; close the door behind you and come quickly;
Wang, you will keep close to me."
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