The patting grew to a steady "thump! thump!" Momentary pauses between lines were punctuated by hallelujahs and amens.

Standing directly in front of the minister was a six-foot, raw-boned individual whose clothes smelled strongly of fish, and whose hands, each swung at the end of an exposed five inches of hairy red wrist, looked like flippers.

At the end of the third hymn this personage sprang straight up into the air, cracked the heels of a pair of red cowhide boots together, and whooped: "Glory be! Send the PAOWER!" in a voice like the screech of a northeast gale.

Mr.Ellery, whom this gymnastic feat had taken by surprise, jumped in sympathy, although not as high.
The singing over, the worshipers sat down.

Captain Eben took a figured handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead.