"Riot!" said The Pilot.
"Yes; you remember when he stood off the whole gang from the stairs?"
"Oh, yes, at Jerusalem!"
"Yes, that's the spot. Perhaps you would read that to the boys. Good yarn! Little chap, you know, stood up and told 'em they were all sorts of blanked thieves and cut-throats, and stood 'em off. Played it alone, too."
Most of the boys failed to recognize the story in its new dress. There was much interest.
"Who was the duck? Who was the gang? What was the row about?"
"The Pilot here'll tell you. If you'd kind o' give 'em a lead before you begin, they'd catch on to the yarn better." This last to The Pilot, who was preparing to read.
"Well, it was at Jerusalem," began The Pilot, when Bill interrupted:
"If I might remark, perhaps it might help the boys on to the trail mebbe, if you'd tell 'em how the little chap struck his new gait." So he designated the Apostle's conversion.
Then The Pilot introduced the Apostle with some formality to the company, describing with such vivid touches his life and early training, his
