All doubts were dispelled when an old, rusty-looking gentleman limped forward and gave the preacher his hand. This was the convert that the eloquence of Doctor Holt had won to the standard of Campbellism—an old, decrepit man, by no means distinguished for learning or intelligence, who had been imported from an adjoining county for the occasion! [Illustration: REV. ANDREW JACKSON NEWGENT At age of forty.] The doctor was, of course, glad that one penitent was making the “good confession,” and announced that on to-morrow morning at eight o’clock, just before the day’s exercises would begin, they would repair to the creek and “baptize the brother into Christ.” At this juncture Rev. Mr. Newgent arose and asked if he might say a few words. The permission was granted. “Doctor,” he said, “I have been taking it for granted that you were sincere in advocating that the penitent’s sins were pardoned only in the act of baptism. Now, here is a dear brother desiring to flee the wrath to come. Suppose he should die before eight o’clock to-morrow morning, and thus be lost. Who would be responsible? He is getting old. Aren’t you running an awful risk in exposing his soul to eternal death until to-morrow? Doctor, don’t you think it would be safer and more consistent to take this brother at once to the creek and baptize him into Christ?” The doctor admitted that he was right, and ordered the candidate to be baptized immediately. A small bodyguard took him to the creek and reluctantly performed the task. Thus evaporated the scheme from which the opposition had hoped to reap so largely. They did reap largely, but not what they expected. In his opening remarks the next morning, Newgent recited with dramatic effect the story of the exploded plot, taking ample time to do it justice. The story was told with many a humorous and oratorical flourish, producing roar after roar of laughter from the great audience. The house thus built upon the sand fell upon the heads of the unwise builders with most disastrous effect. As an illustration of his peculiar power over the minds of his hearers, the following tribute from a titled minister of the Campbell faith will serve well. He was taking his usual rest during the noon intermission, when the reverend gentleman who wore a D.D. and a silk hat, approached him, and after introducing himself, said: “Rev. Mr. Newgent, they have told me that you attended school but three months in your life, and also that this is your first debate. I am convinced that in this you have been misrepresented. I heard Doctor Holt deliver his opening address to-day, and I thought no man on earth could answer his argument. But when you got up to speak, you had not proceeded five minutes until the people had forgotten all he had said. The same was true of the second address, and I saw at once that our man was beaten.”