Just then in came Muir, and behind him his little wife.
In an instant The Duke was on his feet, and every hat came off.
The missionary stood up at the bar, and announced the hymn, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul." The silence that followed was broken by the sound of a horse galloping.

A buckskin bronco shot past the window, and in a few moments there appeared at the door the Old Timer.

He was about to stride in when the unusual sight of a row of men sitting solemnly with hymn books in their hands held him fast at the door.

He gazed in an amazed, helpless way upon the men, then at the missionary, then back at the men, and stood speechless.

Suddenly there was a high, shrill, boyish laugh, and the men turned to see the missionary in a fit of laughter.