"Whence came this company so great that it cannot be numbered?" asked
Mr. World in a state of nervous agitation.
One of the new companions quickly answered: "They come from the King's
Highway and are trying to capture the kingdom of this world and bring
it into subjection to God. I know all about them and can testify that
they are a mighty and glorious band." The regiments of this great host
were marching on, each soldier equipped with the full panoply of his
station. Many of the pilgrims on the Broad Highway trembled at the
presence of so powerful an army. It has caused the enemy much concern
how to meet and, if possible, conquer this foe. This army of Endeavorers
constantly grows and, according to the claims of the enemy, the most
successful plans to oppose it are not yet matured. Satan has promised
his forces that he would utterly rout these daring legions as soon as
some new inventions of war can be perfected.
The merry companions, not being moved with anger, endured the gigantic
display of this host without chagrin.
Mr. World quieted his rising fears and urged his comrades onward past
the Tobacco Station until they reached the centre of the valley where
the King's Highway was the roughest, and the Broad Highway the
smoothest.
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