He saw that Bacon's treatment had been heroic; he couldn't get that pitiful confusion of the preacher's face out of his mind.

But, after all, Bacon's seizing of just that instant was a stroke of genius.
Some one touched him on the arm.
"Why,--Elder,--Mr.Pill, how de do?
Sit down.

Draw up a chair." There was trouble in the preacher's face.

"Can I see you, Radbourn, alone ?" "Certainly; come right into this room.

No one will disturb us there." "Now, what can I do for you ?" he said, as they sat down.
"I want to talk with you about--about religion," said Pill, with a little timid pause in his voice.
Radbourn looked grave.