For a day or so the preacher stayed quietly in and about the cabin. He swept the chapel and cleaned out the stove and polished the windows and each day made a little fire. Douglas frequently found him there at night, on his knees. At least once a day he said, "It was a wonderful thing, Doug, for a young man like you to build me this little chapel, in my old age." He insisted on grace before meals and a chapter aloud from the Bible before bed. Douglas was embarrassed but entirely acquiescent. Mr. Fowler was to have a free hand with his spiritual development. About the middle of the week, Judith rode down to the post-office with Douglas. "Well, how's the sky pilot and his disciple?" she asked. "I believe the old boy is almost happy," replied Douglas. "He thinks that little old church I built is pretty fine." "Inez says it looks like a big cow stable." "That's nice of Inez. Why didn't she tell me how to make it better looking?" "What does Inez care about it? Honest, Doug, you are making an awful fool of yourself. A man like Fowler can't preach to us." "Why, he never had a chance to preach here yet!" exclaimed Douglas. "And, what do you expect in a place like Lost Chief, a ten-thousand-dollar-a-year sky pilot? Besides, I don't want preaching from him. I want just the one thing like Peter said. And Fowler has that in him just as strong as the highest paid preacher in the world. Give him a show, Judith. Come up, every Sunday. You might back me that much." "And have everybody in the crowd laughing at me like they are at you? I won't do anything against the old man, Douglas, for your sake. But that's all I'll promise." "I'm not going to let you off that easy, Jude. Come up to supper to-night. I won't let him talk religion. Honest, he's as interesting as a book when he gets to telling some of his experiences." Judith shook her head. "I'd rather stay at home with 'Pendennis.'" "If I get Inez to come, will you?" urged Douglas. Judith grinned impishly. "Yes, I'd come with Inez." They returned from the post-office via the west trail and stopped at Inez' place. She was eating a belated dinner in her slatternly kitchen, and waved a hospitable hand over the table. "Thanks, no," said Doug. "I just stopped by to see if you and Judith wouldn't come up and have supper with the sky pilot and me. I won't let him talk religion and he's got some good stories to tell." Inez looked Douglas over. He and the tall Judith seemed to fill the kitchen. Doug finally had covered his big frame with muscles and he was a larger and handsomer man than his father. "Doug," said Inez, "I am truly flattered. What are you trying to do? Convert me?" Douglas answered with simple sincerity. "I don't care a hang whether you get converted or not." "O you don't! Well, just to spite you, I'll come and let the old fellow try his hand!" "Not really, Inez?" gasped Judith.