I turned away feeling as if I had been in a strange country and among strange people.
How would he do with the Swan Creek folk?
Could he make them see the hills breathe?
Would they feel as I felt under his voice and eyes?
What a curious mixture he was! I was doubtful about his first Sunday, and was surprised to find all my indifference as to his success or failure gone.
It was a pity about the baseball match.

I would speak to some of the men about it to-morrow.
Hi might be disappointed in his appearance, but, as I turned into my shack and thought over my last two hours with The Pilot and how he had "got" old Latour and myself, I began to think that Hi might be mistaken in his measure of The Pilot..