‘You’re running your head into danger, Jonathan. If you are not a True Believer, the Book may be only a trap set for you by the Devil. He can quote Scripture when it suits him, as well as any.’ ‘But I prayed first,’ said Jonathan. ‘And I’m trying to become a True Believer.’ ‘When you’ve become a True Believer, we’ll talk about it,’ said his uncle. After that for a whole week his uncle saw no more of him. Then one day, waking up from his afternoon nap, the old man found Jonathan sitting and looking at him. It was quite five minutes since Jonathan had crept in, and during that time he had not been idle. He had gone to the Book, and arranged a marker, and three and four times he had opened and without looking had put his finger to the exact place; just a finger’s length from the bottom on the right-hand side, it was easy to find. Then, sitting far away from the Book, he had waited for his uncle to wake. He did not allow the haze of sleep to disperse before he made his announcement. ‘Uncle,’ he said, ‘I’ve become a True Believer. I’ve had a call: God has shown me the way.’ ‘How do you know you’re a True Believer?’ questioned the old man cautiously. ‘I’ve His Word for it. Every time I open the Book it speaks to me--so plain, that at first it frightened me. Then I felt a great joy and a light filling me. And everything in the world is different to what it was.’ ‘Aye,’ replied his uncle, ‘that sounds the real thing. What has He called you to do?’ ‘To go out and preach, Uncle. And He’s told me I’m to go to college.’ ‘How has He told you that?’ inquired Phineas, sceptical again. ‘I asked Him to show me what I was to do, where I was to go; I opened the Book and put my finger on the page; and there--college was the very word!’ ‘You tell me that you found the word “college” in the Bible?’ inquired his uncle incredulously. ‘It was found for me,’ said Jonathan: ‘Hilkiah the priest, and Achbor, and Shaphan, went unto Huldah the prophetess, the wife of Shallum; and she dwelt in Jerusalem in the college; and they communed with her.’ So, by the mouth of his nephew, Phineas stood corrected in his knowledge of the Scriptures. But he did not quite yield yet. ‘Fetch me the Book, Jonathan,’ he said. ‘No, Uncle,’ replied his nephew, ‘the Lord is calling to me now, not to you. This is my affair.’ And so saying he opened the Book, drew out the marker, and set his finger upon the page. Then he brought it across to his uncle. ‘You read it, Uncle,’ he said; and his uncle read: ‘Arise, go unto Nineveh, that great city, and preach unto it the preaching that I bid thee.’ Mr. Trimblerigg did not wait for his uncle to speak, he grasped his nettle tight. ‘Will you take the responsibility now, Uncle, of telling me that the Lord has not called me; and that I have not plainly heard His Word?’ Uncle Phineas could not quite do that. All he said was: ‘Nineveh? Nineveh might mean anything.’