You say them out, and I'll stand by and come in on the choruses." "Then you'll need to kneel down, and me too," she said, laying the shawl out for that purpose.

"You've got to put your hands up like this.

It makes you feel kind o' good." It was a strange sight had there been anything but the buzzards to see it.

Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer.

Her chubby face, and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread being with whom they were face to face, while the two voices--the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh--united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness.