In the darkness I could see him peering at me suspiciously. "Is this some worldly seduction from the Christian path?" "I think you will find what I have to offer a material aid to your church." "I have no church," he said. "We are Christians and recognize no manmade institution." "Well, then, to your movement or whatever you call it." In spite of his reluctance, which was now as great as mine had been originally, I persuaded him to accompany me. He sat uneasily forward while I told him who I was and sketched the plan for collecting some of the Grass. "What is this to me? I have long ago put aside all material thoughts and now care only for the life of the spirit." This must be true, I thought, noting his shabby clothes, sweatgreasy muffler at once hiding and revealing lack of necktie, and cracked shoes, one sock brown, the other black. "It is this to you: if you don't want the salary and bonus attached to organizing and superintending the expedition--and I am prepared to be generous--you can turn it over to Brother Paul. I imagine it will be acceptable." He shook his head, muttering, "Satan, Satan." The lower part of his face was wide and divided horizontally, like an inverted jellymold. It tapered up into bracketing ears, supporting gingery eaves. I pressed home my arguments. "I will put your proposition to Brother Paul," he conceded at length. "I thought distinctions between one man and another were worldly and trivial," I prodded him. "Arent you Brother Paul?" "Satan, Satan," he repeated. I'm sure it could have been nothing but one of those flashes of intuition for which successful executives are noted which caused me to pick this man in spite of his absurd ranting and illfavored appearance. Not intuition really, but an ability to evaluate and classify personalities instantly. I always had this faculty; it helped me in my early experiences as a salesman and blossomed out when I entered my proper field. Anthony Preblesham--for that was his worldly name--did not disappoint my judgment for he proved one of the most aggressive men I ever hired. The Brother Paul hocuspocus, which he quickly dropped, had merely caught and canalized an abounding energy that would otherwise have flowed aimlessly in a stagnant world. In Consolidated Pemmican he found his true faith; his zeal for our products proved as great if not greater than his former hysteria for the salvation of mankind. It was no fault of his that the expedition he led proved fruitless.