We're gettin' old; lay not up your treasures where moth and rust corrupt and thieves break through and steal." Bacon was thoroughly interested in the preacher, and was studying him carefully.

He was tall, straight, and superbly proportioned; broad-shouldered, wide-lunged, and thewed like a Greek racer.

His rather small steel-blue eyes twinkled, and his shrewd face and small head, set well back, completed a remarkable figure.

He wore his reddish beard in the usual way of Western clergymen, with mustache chopped close.
Bacon spoke slowly: "You look like a good, husky man to pitch in the barnyard; you've too much muscle f'r preachun'." "Come and hear me next Sunday, and if you say so then, I'll quit," replied Mr.Pill, quietly.

"I give ye my word for it.