CHAPTER XXII.
HARK! THE CONQUERING HERO COMES "What the dickens is this, anyway; a cemetery ?" said Mr.Swiper, poking the finding light this way and that as the car of a thousand delights came slowly up toward the bend.

"It's some rocky road to Dublin, all right." He cast the light along the dark road behind them and looked apprehensively back as far as he could see.

Evidently there was no cause for fear there and he dropped the car of a thousand delights into second gear and picked his way along the narrow, rocky way, below the bend.

"I guess it will be better when we get around here," he said; "we have to watch our step in this jungle.

Nice place to build a church, huh ?" He threw the finding light upon the little edifice ahead and brightened the small stained-glass window, casting a soft reflection upon Deacon Small's slanting marble slab nearby.
The small figure in a gray sweater with a rather tough look, cap drawn over his round face, who sat huddled up alongside the driver seemed not to partake of the delights which the big car claimed to furnish.