know what they were like.
One picture on the poster out in front of the theater showed a man with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a gun in his hand. The other showed a couple of guys and a woman drinking.
Danny hesitated again. If that was the kind of stuff he was going to see, he didn't know whether or not he wanted to go in. He shuddered to think what the actual movie would be like if the pictures on the outside were like this. He felt miserably unclean. He professed to love Christ and follow Him. He had tried to tell Larry and Bob what it meant to be a Christian. What would they think of him if he went in and saw a film? Would his testimony mean anything to them if he did exactly the same things they did?
Danny bowed his head momentarily and tried to pray, but he could not. At that instant he knew what he had to do. The other boys had just come from the ticket window.
"You'd better hurry and get your ticket," Bob said.
Danny turned to Larry. "I'm not going," he said seriously.
"What do you mean?" his cousin demanded, grabbing hold of his coat. "Don't be a fool. You're coming in to see this movie, or I'll know the reason why!"
â Donât be a fool. Youâre coming in to see this movie, or Iâll know the reason why!â
Chapter Six
A PAL FO R DANNY
" W HAT'S the matter?" Larry demanded, his lips curling angrily. "Is your conscience bothering you?"
"I guess you could call it that," Danny Orlis replied.
"I suppose this is some more of that Christian business," Larry snorted.
Danny looked about. This was the first chance he had had to make friends with any of the guys at school. Now it would probably be the last. For a brief instant he hesitated, almost yielding before the angry, taunting stares of his cousin and the rest of the gang.
"I don't feel that it's best for a Christian to go to movies," he said at last.
The gang laughed as he walked out of the lobby to the street.
Danny took a deep breath. It certainly was different being a Christian at the Angle where his folks and friends were all Christians too. There it seemed easy, almost as though it was the only way a person could live. Here in Iron Mountain it was just the opposite.
For a brief instant a wave of homesickness engulfed him. The people up there wouldn't laugh at him and make fun of him. They believed as he did, or most of them did anyway, and understood what to live like a Christian really meant.
Danny went home, finished his homework, and was just getting ready for bed when Larry came bursting into his room.
"You certainly made a fool of yourself tonight," his cousin stormed. "If you were going to do something like that, why didn't you stay at home in the first place?"
Danny looked up slowly. "That's where I made my mistake, Larry," he said seriously.
"It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd just made fun of you over the deal," Larry continued angrily, "but you made a laughingstock of me too!"
"I'm sorry about that," Danny replied.
"I'll bet you are!" Larry walked over to the dresser, turned and strode back to the door. His face was white, and his lips were trembling with anger. "And another thingâyou don't need to bring your government agent buddy to speak to us! We don't want to hear him."
Danny watched in stunned silence while Larry whirled on his heel and stomped back upstairs. The young woodsman bit his lower lip uncertainly, then groped for the switch to turn off the light, and dropped miserably to his knees beside the bed.
The next morning at school a group of guys were waiting on the steps for him.
"There's our preacher boy!" one of them sang out, laughing.
"Won't you preach us a sermon?" another jeered. "Give us one on the evil of movies. Will you, Reverend Orlis?"
Even the girls who were standing nearby snickered openly.
"Sometime I'll take you up on that," Danny replied. He spoke pleasantly enough, but he could feel his temper rising and his face beginning to flush. And when he met Larry in the