"He was more than just," insisted Peter. "He was forward looking. But he led with the wrong foot. He laughed at the church."
"Sure he did," agreed Charleton. "Why not? Remember old Fowler? A fine sample of the church!"
Peter rose and paced the floor a minute. "Let me tell you folks something. I laugh at the cant they've wrapped the church up in. But I don't laugh at the system of ethics Christ taught. I'm here to tell you folks, He put out the finest, most workable system of ethics the world has ever known. And folks can't live together without a system of ethics."
"It's a wonder you don't subscribe to 'em, Peter," jibed Charleton.
"It's too late. But that don't say that I don't realize clearly that I've failed in life because of it. What do you say to that, Charleton?"
Charleton's lips twisted.
"Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the two Worlds so wisely—they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth: their Words to Scorn
Are scattered and their mouths are stopt with Dust."
John laughed. Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, "Suit yourselves. As for me I believe everybody is destined sooner or later to deal squarely with right and wrong. Sooner or later every community has to wrestle with the question of social ethics, or fail. Fate has written it of Lost Chief. You'll see."
"I'm with you there." Frank Day spoke soberly. "I believe in fate. You can't ride these hills and not. It's all written beforehand."
Douglas cleared his throat. "I've got an idea," hesitatingly. "I've been thinking for a long time that somebody in Lost Chief that has a homestead right ought
