Will you state our views, Mr.Hardie ?" The man began quietly, and George was favorably impressed by him.

He had a pleasant, sun-burned face, and a well-knit but rather thin figure, which suggested that he was accustomed to physical exertion.
As he could not afford a horse, he made long rounds on foot to visit his scattered congregation, under scorching sun and in the stinging frost.
"There are four churches in Sage Butte, but I sometimes fear that most of the good they do is undone in the pool room and the saloons," he said.

"Of the latter, one cannot, perhaps, strongly object to the Queen's." "One should always object to a saloon," Mrs.Nelson corrected him.
Hardie smiled good-humoredly.
"After all, the other's the more pressing evil.

There's no doubt about the unfortunate influence of the Sachem." "That's so," Grant agreed.

"When I first came out from Ontario, there wasn't a loafer in the town.