of the schoolhouse. Do you remember what I said to you?"
"You quoted the Bible, I think. I don't remember what it was."
"I said, 'Ye shall find no place to repent you, though ye seek for it with tears."
Douglas murmured the words over to himself. His face worked a little. "It's true! It's the living truth!" he exclaimed unevenly. "Not that I've got anything to repent—" he hesitated. "What is repentance? What is life? Where is God, if there is a God? What does it all mean, anyhow?"
The preacher said slowly, "'There is a Divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them as we will.' That's what it all means. When shall you be ready for me, Douglas?"
"I think the fall would be best. Suppose we say right after the round-up. I'll look for you on the twentieth of September."
"That will suit me. I can then give my boss ample notice."
"What pay will you want, Mr. Fowler?"
"Just enough to feed and clothe me. We'll arrange that after we get a church established."
Douglas rose with a broad grin. "I sure-gawd have let myself in for something now," he said. "But I'll take care of you, Mr. Fowler."
"All right, young Moses," returned the preacher, smiling into Doug's eager face. "Good-night."
Charleton was still sound asleep when Douglas at dawn lay down beside him and slipped into dreamless slumber.
