We ask nothing but the privilege of service, and the command of our superior.

I am named missionary unto the savage tribes of this river.

It has been the will of God that I suffer in order that through me some souls born into heathendom may thus be redeemed from the torments of the damned." The sectary's rough, gray face reddened until it was nearly the color of his hair.
"'Tis false!" he growled, smiting one hand hard upon the other in anger.

"You only lead the way straight to hell with your false doctrine.

Have you made any converts to the Roman harlot in this tribe ?" "Nay, Monsieur, I cannot lay claim to such reward." His eyes slowly uplifted to the face of his questioner.