“You see, Paul, I've knowed you since you was so high”--Silas held his hammer out on a level with his knee--“and I have watched you close ever since. Yore daddy--that was in his palmy days--used to take you with 'im when he'd go afishin', and I used to meet you an' him on the creek-bank. You was as plump and pink a toddler as I ever laid eyes on, just the age of the only one the Lord ever sent us. When mine was alive I was so full of the joy of it that I just naturally wanted to grab up every baby I met and hug it. I never could hear a child cry over a stubbed toe, a stone-bruise, or any little disappointment without actually achin' at the heart. But our son was taken, Paul, taken right when he was the very light an' music of our lives. And, my boy, let me tell you, if ever a Christian come nigh wagin' open war with his Maker I did on that day. God looked to me like a fiend incarnate, and His whole universe, from top to bottom, seemed a trap to catch an' torture folks in. But as time passed somehow my pain growed less, until now I am plumb resigned to the Lord's will. He knowed best. Yes, as I say, I always felt a big interest in you, and have prayed for you time after time, for I know your life is a tough uphill one. Paul, I hope you will excuse me, but a thing took place out thar in front of my window just now that--” A grunt of somnolent rage escaped the boy, and Silas saw him clench his fist. His voice quivered with passion: “Them two devils have been picking at me for more than a year, calling me names and throwing rocks at me from behind fences. Yesterday they made fun of my father, and so I got ready, and--” “I know, I know!”--the shoemaker sighed, reproachfully--“and so you deliberately, an' in a calm moment, laid that gun on yore load of bark, and--” “Yes, and both barrels was loaded with heavy buck-shot!” the boy exulted, his tense face afire, his eyes flashing, “and if they hadn't run like two cowardly pups I'd have blowed holes in 'em as big as a hat.” Silas made a derogatory sound with his tongue and lips. “Oh, how blind you was, my pore boy--you was too mad to see ahead; folk always are when they are wrought up. Paul, stop for one minute and think. If you had killed one or both of 'em, that wouldn't have settled the trouble. You don't think so now, but you'd have gone through bottomless pits of remorse. The Lord has made it that way. Young as you are, you'd have died on the scaffold, or toiled through life as a convict, for it would have been murder, and deliberate at that.” The youth shrugged his thin shoulders. “I wouldn't have cared,” he answered. “I tell you it ain't ended, Uncle Si. Them fellows has got to take back what they said about my father. They've got to take it back, I tell you! If they don't, I'll kill 'em if it takes a lifetime to do it. I'll kill 'em!”