"Say it after me: I believe in the fatherhood er God----" Joe squirmed. "Say it!" Still no sound. Tom firmly gripped his throat and Joe gurgled: "Fatherhood er God!" "And brotherhood o' man!" "Brotherhood er man!" "Yer believe it now?" Tom fiercely asked. Joe feebly assented. Tom gripped his throat. "Say it strong!" "Yes--I believe it!" Joe confessed. Again the under man struggled desperately and the man on top fiercely choked him into a quieter frame of mind. "Now again: No drunkard shall inherit the kingdom er God!" Joe repeated, "No drunkard--shall--what?" "Inherit--the--kingdom--er God--by golly you've forgot yer Bible too!" "Inherit--the--kingdom er--God!" "Who shall not inherit the kingdom of God?" "No drunkard!" Joe answered. "Let that soak into yer lost soul!" Tom growled, pausing a moment. "Now once more! Bear--ye--one--another's burdens!" Joe hesitated and the man on top bumped the words out of him one at a time: "Bear--ye--one--another's--burdens!" "An' ye're goin' ter help me bear mine?" the teacher asked. "Ain't I a-doin' it now?" grumbled the man below. "Well, once more then: Private property is theft!" "That's a lie an' you know it," Joe sneered. "The big chief says so and it goes--say it!" "Private property is theft," Joe repeated. "Well, then, once more: Love--one--another!" "Love one another," came the feeble echo. "Do ye love me?" Tom fiercely inquired. Joe struggled. "Say it!" commanded the teacher. "I love ye," he groaned. Norman suddenly appeared on the scene followed by Barbara and the two miners leaped to their feet. "Tom, old boy," the young leader cried, "you mean well, but we are told by the preacher that the kingdom of God cometh not of observation--it must be from within." "Just goin' over his Sunday-school lesson with him, Chief." Joe made a hostile movement, and Norman stepped between them. "Come! You two big kids--enough of this now, shake hands and make up!" The men both hung back stubbornly. Norman turned to Tom. "Were you not partners and friends before you joined the Brotherhood?" "Yes," the old miner replied grudgingly. "We bin tergether twelve years an' we worked an' played tergether, starved an' froze tergether, lived tergether, an' slept under the same blanket--he's the only partner I ever had--an' he's my best friend"--Tom paused and choked--"but I don't like 'im!" "Shake hands and make up!" Barbara laughed. They hung back a moment longer until Barbara's smile became resistless. Joe extended his hand, exclaiming: "Shake, you old coyote!" Norman gave Joe a serious talk--got a pledge from him to quit drink and stand by him in his efforts to bring order out of the confusion and chaos in which the colony was floundering. "You think I can do anything to help you?" Joe asked incredulously. "Of course you can. You and Tom are two men I've known all my life. I know where to find you if I get into trouble."