Stephen hoisted the sack upon his shoulders in silence, and strode away with a swelling heart, in which a tumult of anger and perplexity was raging.  ‘If I had only a commandment about these things!’ he thought.  He was not quite certain whether it would not have been best and wisest to fight with Tim and have it out; especially as Tim was all the time taunting him for being a coward.  But his father had read much to him during the last three months; and though he could not remember any particular commandment, he felt sure that the Bible did not encourage fighting or drunkenness.  Suddenly, and before they reached the end of Red Lane, a light burst upon Stephen’s mind.

‘I say, Tim,’ he said, speaking to him for the first time, ’it’s four miles to the New Farm, and I’ll go with thee a mile farther than Red Lane.’

‘Eh!’ cried Tim; ‘and get Black Thompson to lick me to-morrow?’

‘No,’ said Stephen earnestly, ’I’ll not tell Black Thompson; and if he hears talk of it, I’ll say I did it of my own mind.  Come thy ways, Tim; let’s be sharp, for I’ve my potatoes to hoe when I get home to-night.’

The boys walked briskly on for a few minutes, past the end of Red Lane, though Stephen cast a wistful glance up it, and gave an impatient jerk to the load upon his shoulders.  Tim had been walking beside him in silent reflection; but at last he came to a sudden halt.

‘I can’t make it out,’ he said.  ’What art thee up to, Stephen?  Tell me out plain, or I’ll fight thee here, if Black Thompson does lick me for it.’

‘Why, I’ve been learning to read,’ answered Stephen, with some pride, ’and of course I know things I didn’t used to know, and what thee doesn’t know now.’

‘And what’s that to do with it?’ inquired Tim.

’My chapter says that if any man forces me to go one mile, I am to go two,’ replied Stephen; ’it doesn’t say why exactly, but I’m going to try what good it will be to me to do everything that my book tells me.’

‘It’s a queer book,’ said Tim, after a pause.  ’Does it say a chap may make another chap do his work for him?’

‘No,’ Stephen answered; ’but it says we are to love our enemies, and do good to them that hate us, that we may be the children of our Father which is in heaven—­that is God, Tim.  So that is why I am going a mile farther with thee.’

‘I don’t hate thee,’ said Tim uneasily, ’but I do love fighting; I’d liever thee’d fight than come another mile.  Don’t thee come any farther, I’ve been bone lazy all day, and thee’s been at work.  And I say, Stevie, I’ll help thee with the potatoes to-morrow, to make up for this bout.’

Stephen thanked him, and accepted his offer heartily.  The load was quickly transferred to Tim’s broad back, and the boys parted in more good-will than they had ever felt before; Stephen strengthened by this favourable result in his resolution to put in practice all he knew of the Bible; and Tim deep in thought, as was evident from his muttering every now and then on his way to the New Farm, ’Queer book that; and a queer chap too!’