We have five or six different sorts of priests and ministers that come in here once a month, and they all come the same Sunday, so they can watch each other--every fellow is afraid the other fellow will get some souls saved the wrong way if he isn't there on the job too.

Listen, Gage--I'll bring one of these chaps--Church of England man, I reckon, for he hasn't got much to do down here--up to your ranch next Sunday morning.

We've got to get this over with, or we'll all be crazy--I will, anyhow.

When I show up, you two be ready to be married.
"Does that go, Sim Gage ?" he concluded, looking into the haggard and stubbly face of the squalid-figured man before him.
"It goes," said Sim Gage..