Tex leaped to his feet and scowled down at him. "Evadin’, are you?" he demanded. Then his voice changed and he placed a kindly hand on his companion’s shoulder. "There ain’t no use tryin’ to refute it, Hennery," he said. "It can’t be done--no, sir--it can’t be done. Don’t you ever argue with me again about this, Hennery--it only leads us nowhere. Was it Archimedes who said he could move th’ earth if he only had some place to stand? He wasn’t goin’ to try to lift himself by his boot straps, was he, th’ old fox? That’s th’ trouble, Hennery: after all is said we still got to find some place to stand." He glanced over Henry’s head to see Doctor Horn smiling at him and he wondered how much of his heavy lecture the physician had heard. Had he expected an educated man to be an auditor he would have been more careful. "That was th’ greatest hypothesis of all--the hypothesis of Laplace--it answered th’ supposedly unanswerable. Science was no longer on th’ defensive, Hennery," he summed up for the newcomer’s benefit. "Truly said!" beamed the doctor, getting a little excited. "In proof of its mechanical possibility Doctor Plateau demonstrated, with whirling water, that it was not a possibility, but a fact. The nebular hypothesis is more and more accepted as time goes on, by all thinking men who have no personal reasons strong enough to make them oppose it." He clapped the stunned Henry on the back. "Trot out your refutations and the marshal and I will knock them off their pins! Bring on your theologians, your special-creation adherents, and we’ll pulverize them under the pestle of cold reason in the mortar of truth! But I never thought you were interested in such beautiful abstractions, Henry; I never dreamed that inductive and deductive reasoning, confined to purely scientific questions appealed to you. What needless loneliness I have suffered; what opportunities I have missed; what a dearth of intellectual exercise, and all because I took for granted that no one in this town was competent to discuss either side of such subjects. But he’s got you with Laplace, Henry; got you hard and fast, if you hold to the tenets of special creation. Now that there are two of us against you, I’ll warrant you a rough passage, my friend. ’Come, let’s e’en at it!’ We’ll give you the floor, Henry--and here’s where I really enjoy myself for the first time in three weary, dreary years. We’ll rout your generalities with specific facts; we’ll refute your ambiguities with precisions; we’ll destroy your mythological conceptions with rational conceptions; your symbolical conceptions with actual conceptions; your foundation of faith by showing the genesis of that faith--couch your lance, but look to yourself, for you see before your ill-sorted array a Roman legion--short swords and a flexible line. Its centurions are geology, physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy, and mathematics. Nothing taken for granted there! No pious hopes, but solid facts,