“And so you think they should make themselves popular with the men, eh?  In what way?”

“By bein’ one of ’em, an’ not bein’ too hard on what they do.”

“Do you think that their great Master ever said that they would be popular, and that they were to please all men?” Reynolds defensively asked.

“I dunno.  Guess I can’t recall anything He ever said about the matter,” and the old man scratched his head in perplexity.

“Didn’t He tell His first disciples that they would be hated of all men for His name’s sake when He sent them forth to do His work?”

“I believe He did,” was the reluctant assent.  “But that was a long time ago.  Things are different now.”

“Only outwardly, remember.  The heart is the same in all ages; you can’t change that.  If it is evil and full of vileness, it is bound to hate the good.  Surely you know that.”

“Then you really are one of them missionary chaps?” and the old man eyed Reynolds curiously.

“No, I am not,” was the emphatic reply.

“But ye quote Scripter like a parson, though.  I thought mebbe ye was.”

“Is it necessary to be a parson to know something about the Bible?  Isn’t this a Christian land?  Why shouldn’t I know something about the greatest Book in the world?  My mother taught it to me when I was a child, and I learned a great deal about it when I went to Sunday school.  I did not value it so much then, but when over in France, with death on all sides, much of it came back to me, and I honestly confess it was a great comfort.”

“An’ so ye was over thar, young man?  Wall, that’s sartinly interestin’.  Fer how long?”

“Nearly four years.  I enlisted at the beginning of the war.”

“An’ come through all right?”

“Look,” and Reynolds bared his left arm, showing a great scar.  “I have several more on my body, some worse than that.”

“Ye don’t tell!  My, I’m glad I’ve met ye.  Got some medals, I s’pose.”

Reynolds made no reply, as he already felt ashamed of himself for having told this much.  It was not his nature to speak about himself, especially to a stranger, and he was determined to say nothing about the medals he had received for conspicuous bravery, and which he carried in his breast pocket.

“Do you smoke?” he suddenly asked.

“Yes; an old hand at it.  Good fer the nerves.”

“Well, suppose we go and have a smoke now.  I am just in the mood for one myself.”

Together they made their way to the smoking-room, which was situated well aft.  It was partly filled with men, smoking, chatting, and playing cards.  The air was dense with various brands of tobacco, making it impossible to see clearly across the room.  No one paid any heed to the two as they entered, sat down in one corner of the room, filled and lighted their pipes.  Reynolds noted that his companion became suddenly silent, and seemed to be deeply interested in four men playing cards at a small table a short distance from where they were sitting.