"That's what I call a partickler fine character of a man. There ain't no
manner of insecks on to him."
"You bet!" said Hi.
"I say," broke in one of the boys, who was just emerging from the
tenderfoot stage, "o' course that's in the Bible, ain't it?"
The Pilot assented.
"Well, how do you know it's true?"
The Pilot was proceeding to elaborate his argument when Bill cut in
somewhat more abruptly than was his wont.
"Look here, young feller!" Bill's voice was in the tone of command. The
man looked as he was bid. "How do you know anything's true? How do you
know The Pilot here's true when he speaks? Can't you tell by the feel?
You know by the sound of his voice, don't you?" Bill paused and the
young fellow agreed readily.
"Well how do you know a blanked son of a she jackass when you see him?"
Again Bill paused. There was no reply.
"Well," said Bill, resuming his deliberate drawl. "I'll give you the
information without extra charge. It's by the sound he makes when he
opens his blanked jaw."
"But," went on the young skeptic, nettled at the laugh that went round,
"that don't prove anything. You know," turning to The Pilot, "that there
are heaps of people who don't believe the Bible."
The Pilot nodded.
"Some of the smartest, best-educated men are agnostics," proceeded the
young man, warming to his theme, and failing to notice the stiffening of
Bill's lank figure.
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