One day three little African boys were walking in the Belgian Congo jungles. They came to a small clearing about a hundred feet across, and, standing in the center, one of the boys happened to look back. He saw a shaggy lion at the edge of the jungle coming toward them. Im- mediately, the three boys, two of them being heathen and the one a Christian, started to run very rapidly. As they ran, the lion leaped after them.

The Christian boy remembered what Missionary Bob Muir had told him, and he stopped and cried, "Don't run! Don't run! Pray! Pray! Pray!"

The boys stopped for a moment, and the Christian breathed a prayer for protection. Looking back at the lion, they saw he had crouched down, waiting for them to make the next move.

As those lads stood there, facing a lion that they knew in three or four jumps and one gobble would eat them up, they trembled — not in their boots, for those lads had no boots. All the clothes they had on was some bark, made into a semi-cloth, wrapped around their middle. Suddenly, fear overcame the admonition to pray, and the boys began to run again.

"Don't run! Pray! Pray! Pray!" cried the Christian boy, freezing in his tracks and lifting his Voice to God in prayer. His startled eyes looked back at the lion, and, sure enough, as Missionary Bob had said, the animal had crouched down. The little Christian lad watched the lion beat the ground with its long tail. Many times in the life of that little African lad. he had seen lions ready to spring as their tails whished up and down on the ground. and he remembered the time when, among his father's cattle. a lion had leaped 15 or 20 feet and killed a cow.

Statue-like the boy stood and knew that the lion in two quick leaps would be upon them. The heathen looked to the jungle trees about 30 feet away and thought they might be able to run quickly and climb a tree. So. they started.

Again, the words of Missionary Bob sounded in the lad‘s ears. and he cried out, "Don't run! Pray! Pray! Pray!"

While heathen and Christian alike stood looking at the lion that had crouched down the third time, now not over one jump from them, the young Christian spoke to Jesus, "Remember what the missionary said about You. You are all-powerful and can save a little heathen boy in the heart of Africa. Yes. Lord, do you remember what You did when Daniel was put in the lions‘ den? Right now protect us from this lion."

As the Christian boy glanced at the lion. suddenly the huge beast laid his tail flat on the ground. and then with a great leap. sprang not on them to eat them, but turned and raced back out of the clearing. The last the Christian lad saw of the lion, he was running up the trail through the jungles.

When the three Africans started homeward, not on a run but very slowly. the Christian said, "You go first. You are heathen. You have never learned how to pray. I am a Christian. l'will come last. And, if the lion comes back, he will eat me first. And, while he is eating me, you will have a chance to escape, and then you can hunt up Missionary Bob. and he will tell you about Jesus."

Thus, the little heathen boy whom Jesus had saved was willing to lay down his life that his companions might know about the Master. In that heathen country, now, Bob and Martha Muir are trekking up and down the jungles.

They are swimming rivers when necessary, carrying packs on their backs, and, six months out of the year, telling the story of Jesus to other African boys and girls.