I--I never went--much on religion, Bud; but when a fellow's--going out over the Big Divide." "You're not!" Thurston contradicted fiercely, as if that could make it different.

He thought he could not bear those jerky sentences.
"All right--Bud.

We won't fight over it.

Go ahead.

The last verse." Thurston eased his leg to a better position, drew himself up till his shoulders rested against the rock and began, with an occasional, odd break in his voice: "I saw the holy city Beside the tideless Sea; The light of God was on its street The gates were open wide.
And all who would might enter And no one was denied." "Wonder if that there--applies--to bone-headed--cowpunchers," Bob muttered drowsily.