He is my friend, you know." "I am afraid I have offended him, all the same.

But you see I couldn't help it, could I ?" Bayne looked at his young, earnest face for a moment or two as if studying him, then said with a curious smile, "No, I don't believe you could have helped it." And with that he passed into the store.
"What sort of a chap is that preacher of yours ?" he asked of the storekeeper.
"I don't know; he ain't my church.

Ask Innes there.

He's a pillar." Bayne turned to a long, lean, hard-faced man leaning against the counter.
"My name is Bayne, from Red Pine, Mr.Innes.I am interested in knowing what sort of a chap your preacher is.

He comes out to our section, but I never met him till to-day." "Oh, he's no that bad," said Innes cautiously.
"Not worth a cent," said a little, red headed man standing near.