If he would only get mad and swear I think I should feel happier." Gwen looked quite mystified.
"You see, he sits there in solemn silence looking so tremendously wise that most men feel foolish if they speak, while as for doing anything the idea appears preposterous, in the face of his immovableness." "I can't bear him!" cried Gwen.

"I should like to stick pins in him." "I wish some one would," answered The Pilot.

"It would make him seem more human if he could be made to jump." "Try again," said Gwen, "and get someone to make him jump." "It would be easier to build the church," said The Pilot, gloomily.
"I could make him jump," said Gwen, viciously, "and I WILL," she added, after a pause.
"You!" answered The Pilot, opening his eyes.

"How ?" "I'll find some way," she replied, resolutely.
And so she did, for when the next meeting was called to consult as to the building of a church, the congregation, chiefly of farmers and their wives, with Williams, the storekeeper, were greatly surprised to see Bronco Bill, Hi, and half a dozen ranchers and cowboys walk in at intervals and solemnly seat themselves.

Robbie looked at them with surprise and a little suspicion.