We've got de whole high-tone swell outfit tonight." "Did you say Fust Church?
I know him.

My landlord's got a front pew up there," said another voice, and there was a laugh, for the speaker was a saloon keeper.
"Trow out de life line 'cross de dark wave!" began a drunken man near by, singing in such an unconscious imitation of a local traveling singer's nasal tone that roars of laughter and jeers of approval rose around him.

The people in the tent turned in the direction of the disturbance.

There were shouts of "Put him out!" "Give the Fust Church a chance!" "Song! Song! Give us another song!" Henry Maxwell stood up, and a great wave of actual terror went over him.

This was not like preaching to the well-dressed, respectable, good-mannered people up on the boulevard.