If the preacher had the air and action of the tiger, Bacon looked the grizzly bear--his eyebrows working up and down, his hands clenched into frightful bludgeons, his breath rushing through his hairy nostrils.
"Git out o' hyare," he growled.

"You've run things here jest about long enough.

Git out!" His hands were now on the necks of two of the boys, and he was hustling them toward the door.
"If you want 'o whip the preacher, meet him in the public road--one at a time; he'll take care o' himself.

Out with ye," he ended, kicking them out.

"Show your faces here agin, an' I'll break ye in two." The non-combative farmers now began to see the humor of the whole transaction and began to laugh; but they were cut short by the calm voice of the preacher at his desk: "But a _good_ deed, brethren, is like unto a grain of wheat planted in good earth, that bringeth forth fruit in due season an hundred fold." III.
Mr.Pill, with all his seeming levity, was a powerful hand at revivals, as was developed at the "protracted" meetings held at the Corners during December.