I felt my eyes growing dim, but I said, roughly: "You be hanged! I'll bring The Pilot up when he comes." It was wonderful how we had all come to confide in The Pilot during his year of missionary work among us.

Somehow the cowboy's name of "Sky Pilot" seemed to express better than anything else the place he held with us.

Certain it is, that when, in their dark hours, any of the fellows felt in need of help to strike the "upward trail," they went to The Pilot; and so the name first given in chaff came to be the name that expressed most truly the deep and tender feeling these rough, big-hearted men cherished for him.

When The Pilot came home I carefully prepared him for his trial, telling all that Gwen had suffered and striving to make him feel how desperate was her case when even The Duke had to confess himself beaten.

He did not seem sufficiently impressed.
Then I pictured for him all her fierce wilfulness and her fretful humors, her impatience with those who loved her and were wearing out their souls and bodies for her.