"What are you best at, Bill?"
"Bronco-bustin' and cattle," said Bill, wonderingly; "That's my line."
"Well, Bill, my line is preaching just now, and piloting, you know." The Pilot's smile was like a sunbeam on a rainy day, for there were tears in his eyes and voice. "And we have just got to be faithful. You see what He says: 'Well done, good and faithful servant. Thou hast been faithful.'"
Bill was puzzled.
"Faithful!" he repeated. "Does that mean with the cattle, perhaps?"
"Yes, that's just it, Bill, and with everything else that comes your way."
And Bill never forgot that lesson, for I heard him, with a kind of quiet enthusiasm, giving it to Hi as a great find. "Now, I call that a fair deal," he said to his friend; "gives every man a show. No cards up the sleeve."
"That's so," was Hi's thoughtful reply; "distributes the trumps."
Somehow Bill came to be regarded as an authority upon questions of religion and morals. No one ever accused him of "gettin' religion." He went about his work in his slow, quiet way,
