The Two Apostles
private ear of God. The strife quelled and Towy having cried loudly: "Dissenters and Churchers, glad you are that me and Ben Lloyd are your apostles," he and Ben followed the Overseer.
In the Judgment Hall the two apostles crouched to pray, and they were stirred by Satan laying his hands on their shoulders.
"Prayers are useless here, my friends," said the Devil. "We must proceed with the business. I am just as anxious as you are that everything reaches a satisfactory conclusion."
"I object," said Ben. "Solemnly object. I don't know this infidel. I don't want to know him."
"Go from here," Towy gruntled. "A sweat is in my whiskers. Inhabitants, why isn't his tongue a red-hot poker? . . . Well, boys Palace, grand this is. Say who you are?" he asked one whose face shone like a mirror. "Respected Towy-Watkins am I."
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