“We’ve both had some little opportunities, and Roy has had the biggest.  He saved me from drowning, and he went into the cave to fetch you!”

“Those weren’t proper opportunities,” muttered Roy in scorn, “they aren’t worth remembering; not after what Rob has done.”

“Yes, the opportunity I’m talking of was a grander one than them, though old Principle can’t forget he owes his life perhaps to both of you boys’ thought of him.  ’Tis what the Lord Himself left His throne in heaven for,” the old man proceeded in the same solemn tones; “’tis the one thing, the only thing we’re told brings joy to the happy ones above; nay to the Almighty Himself, and ’tis wonderful that He will let us have the part in it we do!”

“What do you mean?” questioned Roy awed and puzzled by old Principle’s manner.

“I mean this, laddie, you had an opportunity of leading an ignorant soul to the feet of his Saviour; of enlisting a soldier not only in the Queen’s service but in the service of the King of Kings; of being the means of filling an empty barren soul with a flood of light and gladness; and of sending out a missionary in the midst of ungodliness and vice, to turn many from the error of their ways.  Is it not a greater honor to help to save a soul from destruction, than bring glory to yourself by some feat of physical strength or skill?  Thank the Lord on your knees to-night, that He sent you the opportunity you were always hankering after; and thank Him He gave you the grace to seize hold of it, and make use of it for His Glory, not your own!”

Old Principle’s burst of eloquence almost startled the boys, and they received it in silence; but later on, as they were walking home in the cool of the evening Roy linked his arm in Dudley’s and said softly—­

“I see it all now.  My broken leg and everything.  It was when I was too weak to go out with you, that Rob and I used to talk over these things.”

And Dudley replied, with an emphatic nod, “Yes, though you didn’t know it, Rob was your big opportunity.”

FINIS.