Of course Mr. McLean and his party did not do this. The party had applauded exceedingly the defeat of the elements, and the leader, with Towhead, discussed the probable chances of the ship's getting farther south in the next act. Until lately Billy's doubt of the cow-puncher had lingered; but during this intermission whatever had been holding out in him seemed won, and in his eyes, that he turned stealthily upon his unconscious, quiet neighbor, shone the beginnings of hero-worship. “Don't you think this is splendid?” said he. “Splendid,” Lin replied, a trifle remotely. “Don't you like it when they all get balled up and get out that way?” “Humming,” said Lin. “Don't you guess it's just girls, though, that do that?” “What, young fellow?” “Why, all that prayer-saying an' stuff.” “I guess it must be.” “She said to do it when the ice scared her, an' of course a man had to do what she wanted him.” “Sure.” “Well, do you believe they'd 'a' done it if she hadn't been on that boat, and clung around an' cried an' everything, an' made her friends feel bad?” “I hardly expect they would,” replied the honest Lin, and then, suddenly mindful of Billy, “except there wasn't nothin' else they could think of,” he added, wishing to speak favorably of the custom. “Why, that chunk of ice weren't so awful big anyhow. I'd 'a' shoved her off with a pole. Wouldn't you?” “Butted her like a ram,” exclaimed Mr. McLean. “Well, I don't say my prayers any more. I told Mr. Perkins I wasn't a-going to, an' he--I think he is a flubdub anyway.” “I'll bet he is!” said Lin, sympathetically. He was scarcely a prudent guardian. “I told him straight, an' he looked at me an' down he flops on his knees. An' he made 'em all flop, but I told him I didn't care for them putting up any camp-meeting over me; an' he says, 'I'll lick you,' an' I says, 'Dare you to!' I told him mother kep' a-licking me for nothing, an' I'd not pray for her, not in Sunday-school or anywheres else. Do you pray much?” “No,” replied Lin, uneasily. “There! I told him a man didn't, an' he said then a man went to hell. 'You lie; father ain't going to hell,' I says, and you'd ought to heard the first class laugh right out loud, girls an' boys. An' he was that mad! But I didn't care. I came here with fifty cents.” “Yu' must have felt like a millionaire.” “Ah, I felt all right! I bought papers an' sold 'em, an' got more an' saved, ant got my box an' blacking outfit. I weren't going to be licked by her just because she felt like it, an' she feeling like it most any time. Lemme see your pistol.” “You wait,” said Lin. “After this show is through I'll put it on you.” “Will you, honest? Belt an' everything? Did you ever shoot a bear?” “Lord! lots.” “Honest? Silver-tips?” “Silver-tips, cinnamon, black; and I roped a cub onced.” “O-h! I never shot a bear.” “You'd ought to try it.”