The perspiration rolled down the man's face.
He half lifted the hat.
"Pray, woman! Pray now!" he panted.
"I guess I best get over by that lard oil light and go to work," breathed Mrs.Comstock.

"The Lord knows this is all in prayer, but it's no time for words just now.

Ready, Pete! You are going to get a chance first!" Pete made another long, steady sweep, but the moth darted beneath the hat.

In its flight it came straight toward Mrs.Comstock.She snatched off the remnant of apron she had tucked into her petticoat band and held the calico before her.

The moth struck full against it and clung to the goods.