“If you’re going to preach, preach,” she said to the minister.

Mr. Fowler threw his head back.  “Ten years ago I let you drive me out of Lost Chief before I’d preached a sermon.  God has never let me rest since, no matter where I was, and when I was re-appointed to Mountain City, before I preached my first sermon there, I came out here.  You are going to have the Word of God preached to you to-day if you shoot me for it.  And beware lest you come to Esau’s fate for ye know how afterward, when he would have inherited the blessing, he was rejected, for he found no place for repentance, though he sought it carefully, with tears.”

He paused, took a Bible from his pocket and opened it.

Douglas waited tensely.  The preacher looked to him as if weighted with mysterious knowledge, as if something infinitely illuminating were to issue from his bearded lips.  The boy had a sudden conviction that Fowler was about to say something that would answer the longing that had so oppressed him lately.  He hunched his broad, thin shoulders forward, his clear blue eyes on the preacher’s face.

Fowler cleared his throat. “’Moreover, the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Now thou son of man, wilt thou judge, wilt thou hide the guilty city?  Yea, thou shalt show her all her abominations.’”

He closed the Bible.  “Friends, this is my message and my text.  I am going to show you your abominations of crookednesses.  I am going to show you that hell is yawning for such as you.”

Douglas sighed.  “Old fool!” he muttered.  “As Grandma Brown says, she can jaw.  He’s lost his chance with me.”  He slipped out of the door, mounted his horse and nodded to the group of youngsters waiting for him.  Then he urged Buster up the steps, through the door and up the aisle.  The others followed him.  A moment later, the schoolroom was chaos.  Horses pranced over the desks.  Dogs barked and fought among the horses’ legs.  Babies screamed.  Oaths filled the air.  Lost Chief rocked with laughter.

Fowler jumped upon the teacher’s desk, appealing in dumb show for order.  A plunging horse tipped the desk over and the minister went down among the prancing legs.  In a moment he was up, and again he raised both hands in a plea for silence.  Douglas, laughing gaily, twirled his lariat, and pinioned the two pleading hands, then, amidst shouts of laughter, he backed Buster from the room, drawing the minister none too gently with him.

Outside, whither the crowd quickly followed, Douglas halted and, still laughing, allowed the preacher to free his hands.

“Now go on back to Mountain City, Mr. Preacher,” he cried, “and don’t come back till you’ve learned not to scold like an old woman.”

Fowler pulled on his overcoat which somebody tossed him, and mounted his horse.  Then he stood in his stirrups and pointed a trembling finger at Douglas.

“Ye shall find no place for repentance, though ye seek for it with tears.”