"I'll read the Bible that Master Tyndale translates," I said. "And ponder it." "And ponder it," I agreed." "Praise the Lord," said Uncle Jack. But there was a hollow sound to his words. I had heard if oft before. It came when he said, in his deepest voice, "Praise the Lord." He was not, I was certain, as interested in my pondering the Bible as he was in the tidy profit the books would bring.