I tell you he prays.

I ain't a prayin' man myself.

But when a man kneels down in the bushes an' talks humble an' respectful to his God, an' then rises up an' jumps at the enemy, it's time for that enemy to run.

I'd rather be attacked by the worst bully and desperado that ever lived than by a prayin' man.

You see, I want to live, an' what chance have I got ag'in a man that's not only not afraid to die, but that's willin' to die, an' rather glad to die, knowin' that he's goin' straight to Heaven an' eternal joy?
I tell you, young man, that unbelievers ain't ever got any chance against believers; no, not in nothin'." "I believe you're right." "Right! Of course I'm right! Why did Old Jack order these waggins to come along an' get them stores?
'Cause he believed he was goin' to save 'em.