Yet none the less his own
path lay straight and clear before him. The time had come for him to
go.
BOOK TWO
Through the Crack
"I will go to the wars! I will go to the wars!" the Tin Soldier cried
as loud as he could, and he threw himself from the shelf. . . .
What could have become of him? The old man looked, and the little boy
looked. "I shall find him," the old man said, but he did not find him.
For the Tin Soldier had fallen through a crack in the floor, and there
he lay as in an open grave.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE BROAD HIGHWAY
The Doctor's house in Maryland was near Woodstock, and from the rise of
the hill where it stood one could see the buildings of the old Jesuit
College, and the river which came so soon to the Bay.
In his boyhood the priests had been great friends of Bruce McKenzie.
While of a different faith, he had listened eagerly to the things they
had to tell him, these wise men, the pioneers of missionary work in
many lands, teachers and scholars. His imagination had been fired by
their tales of devotion, and he had many arguments with his Covenanter
grandfather, to whom the gold cross on the top of the college had been
the sign and symbol of papacy.
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