Mum's the right word for you.

We want no parson just out of petticoats here." Blair walked quietly away.

His precious knife was gone, and he had perhaps but irritated and made more unfriendly one of the very men whom he so longed to influence for good.

He had left himself without any defensive weapon among men who reckoned human life as of trifling value.
Yet Blair was not discouraged.

He had made a beginning; and though roughly received, it was an effort put forth in a Christian spirit, and could not be lost.