"Bang! Bang!" Ezra shouted. It was dark. He stumbled over something big and furry. He was smacked in the head and scratched with giant claws. Ezra swung his rifle as hard as he could! There was a yelp and Ezra tumbled over.

"I see," said the old man. "Faithful only as long as you think best? Last week you didn't take the grain to the mill because you were too busy. The smallest disobedience makes you untrustworthy, my boy."

"Does the devil talk to everyone?" he asked. "Why, yes," said Mother. "He will whisper bad ideas to anyone who will listen. But there are two voices. God's Spirit always tells us to do what is right. I hope my little boy will always listen to the right voice."