"Yes, I"m always expecting the lightning to strike in the wrong place.

Didn"t Nixon or Redfield or Hughey Blake say anything? Or did they just look ashamed of you, down there on your knees before a man that you worshiped for a G.o.d because he snorted like a horse? Didn"t anybody in their senses say anything, or couldn"t those that were out of their senses hear anything but their own ravings?"

The old man had pleased himself with his mockeries, but now he let the scorn which his irony had hidden blaze out. "Wasn"t anybody ashamed of it all? Weren"t you ashamed yourself, Sally?"

"Well, I dunno," Sally said, easing herself from one foot to another and shifting the milk-bucket from her right hand to her left. "Where everybody is goun" one way, you don"t know what to think exactly. Jane Gillespie was there, and she went on as bad as the best."

"Jane Gillespie?"

"Yes. She come with me, and she was goun" to come home with me, as fur"s the door, and she would ha" done it, if it hadn"t ha" been for her father.

He bruk through the believers and drug her up from the floor where she was kneelun" and stoopun" her forehead over to the ground, and pulled her out through the crowd. "You come home with me!" says he, kind o" harsh like; and if it hadn"t ha" been for Nancy Billuns"s Joey I"d ha" had to git through the woods alone, and the dear knows I"m always skeered enough. But Joey and Benny Hingston they come with me, or I don"t feel as if I"d been here to tell it."

"You"d have been safe from the devil, though; he stayed with Dylks.

Didn"t David say anything to the girl?"

"Just, "You come home with me," and he looked so black that Hughey Blake he kind o" started from where he was standun" with the unbelievers, and he says, "Oh, don"t, Mr. Gillespie!"--like that--and Jane she said, "It"s my father, Hugh," and she went along with him, kind o" wild lookun", like she was walkun" in her sleep. I noticed it at the time."

"Didn"t Dylks do anything--say anything?"

"Well, not that _I_ seen or hearn. But some o" them that was standun" nigh him was talkun" about it when we all got out, and they was sayun" he said, "Go with your earthly father; your heavenly father will keep you safe!" I don"t know whether he did or not; but that"s what they was sayun."

"And did Gillespie say anything back?"

"Not"t anybody heared. Just give Dylks a look like he wanted to kill him, and then Dylks snorted, and yelled "Salvation!" Squire," Sally broke off, "some of us believers was talkun" it over, when we started home, and wonderun" what ought we to call him. Jest Dylks don"t sound quite right, and you can"t say Almighty, to a body, exactly, and you can"t say Lord.

What should you think was the right way?"

Braile got back to his irony. "Well, that"s an important question, Sally.

I should call him Beelzebub, myself; but then I"m not a believer. That night when he first came, didn"t he tell the people to call him just Dylks?"

"Yes, he did, but that was for the present, he said."

"Has he given himself any other name?"

"Well, no."

"Then I should let it go at Dylks."

"Just plain Dylks? Mr. Dylks wouldn"t do; or Brother Dylks, wouldn"t.

Father Dylks don"t sound quite the thing--"

"Might try Uncle Dylks," Braile said, cackling round his pipe-stem, and now Sally perceived that it was in vain to attempt serious discussion of the point with him.

She said, "Oh, pshaw, Squire Braile," and lankly let herself down sidewise from the porch, and flopped away on the road. Then she stopped, and called back, "Say, Squire, what do you think of the Good Old Man?"

"What good old man?"

"Why, Dylks. For a name. That"s what most of "em wants to call him."

"Sounds like a good name for them that like a name like it."

"He calls _us_ the Little Flock."

"Well, well! Geese or sheep?"

"Oh, pshaw, now! I wouldn"t belong to the Herd of the Lost, anyway.

That"s what he calls the unbelievers."

"You don"t tell me! Well, now I _will_ be scared in the dark."

Failing of any retort, Sally now flopped definitively beyond calling back.

Braile watched her going with a sardonic smile, but when his wife, after waiting for her to be quite gone, came out to him, he was serious enough.

"Did that fool tell you of the goings on at the Temple last night?"

"As much as I would let her. I suppose it had to come to something like that. It seems as if the people had gone crazy."

"Yes," the Squire sighed heavily, "there"s no doubt about that. And it"s a pity. For such a religious community Leatherwood Creek used to be a very decent place to live in. They were a lot of zealots, but they got on well with one another; that Temple of theirs kept them together, and they didn"t quarrel much about doctrine. Now with the Dylksites driving the old-fashioned believers out of the sanctuary and dedicating it to the exclusive worship of Dylks, the other denominations are going to fight among themselves; and there"ll be no living with them. And that isn"t the worst of it. This new deity isn"t going to be satisfied with worship merely. Money, of course, he"ll want and get, and he"ll wear purple and fine linen, and feed upon fried chicken every day. Still the superst.i.tion might die out, and no great harm done, if the faith was confined to men.

But you know what women are, Martha."

"They"re what men make "em," Mrs. Braile said sadly.

"It"s six of one and half a dozen of another, I"m afraid. But this G.o.d of theirs is a handsome devil, and some poor fool of a girl, or some bigger fool of a married woman, is going to fall in love with him, and then--"

"Did you just think of that? Well, you can"t help it by lettin" your coffee get cold."

Braile tilted his chair down and rose from its rebound to follow his wife stiffly indoors. "The question is, Who will it be? Which poor girl? Which bigger fool? And nothing can be done to prevent it! The Real G.o.d put it into human nature, and all h.e.l.l couldn"t stop it. Well, I suppose it"s for some wise purpose," he ended, in parody of the pious resignation prevailing on the tongues of the preachers.

IX

David Gillespie woke later than his daughter, and when he had put away the shadows of his unhappy dreams he took up the burden of waking thoughts which weighed more heavily on him. The sight of his child groveling at the feet of that blasphemous impostor and adoring him as her G.o.d pitilessly realized itself to him as a thing shameful past experience and beyond credence, and yet as undeniable as his pulse, his breath, his seeing and hearing. The dread which a less primitive spirit would have forbidden itself as something too abominable, possessed him as wholly possible. He had lived righteously, and he had kept evil from those dear to him, both the dead and the quick, by the force of his strong unselfish will; now he had seen his will without power upon the one who was dearest, and whom he seemed to hold from evil only by the force of his right hand. But his hand could not be everywhere and at all times; and then?

The breakfast which the girl had got for him and left on the hearth was warm yet, when he put it on the table, and she could not have been gone more than a few minutes, but she had gone, he did not know where, without waiting to speak with him after the threats and defiances which they had slept upon. When he had poured the coffee after the mouthfuls he forced down, he acted on the only hope he had and crossed the woods-pasture to his sister"s cabin.

She understood the glance he gave within from the threshold where he paused, and said, "She ain"t here, David." Nancy had cleared her breakfast away and was ironing at the shelf where she had eaten; the baby was playing on the floor.

Gillespie looked down at it. "I didn"t know but what she"d come over to dress it; she cares so much for it."

"It cares for her, too. But what brings you after her?"

"She"s gone somewhere without her breakfast. We had high words last night after I brought her home."

"I"m afraid you"ll have higher words, yet, David. Joey was at the Temple."

"Nancy, I don"t know what to do about her."