"We've had enough o' your preachin': we want YOU," he said roughly.

"Come." "Stop," said a dull voice.
It came from a mute figure which had remained motionless among the others.

Every eye was turned upon it as it rose and lazily pushed the cloth from its face.
"Hiram McKinstry!" said the others in mingled tones of astonishment and suspicion.
"That's me!" said McKinstry, coming forward with heavy deliberation.

"I joined this yer delegation at the crossroads instead o' my brother, who had the call.

I reckon et's all the same--or mebbe better.