"What's 'recorded'?" queried George, as they hurried off. "Are our claims recorded?" "Don't think so," puffed Terry. "Nobody told us to record 'em. They're ours, and we've been sitting on them right alone. I'll ask Harry when he comes back." "Or we can ask Pat Casey," proposed George. They did not find Pat. His pit was idle and he was away--hunting witnesses to the sale by which he had bought the prospect. But they found the church, or rather the site of the church, on Gregory Point, as that was called, near the mouth of the gulch. Already a platform like a floor had been constructed; several men were busy hauling logs and leveling the ground with spades for another building; and the Yale preacher from the True Blue claim had his sleeves rolled up and was working with the rest. It was to be his church! He warmly welcomed Terry, and shook hands with George also. "Yes, indeed; plenty of work here," he jubilated--and Terry's heart beat expectantly. "We need strong arms. Bring along ax and spade, and pitch in. But," he added, "everything is donated, of course. The labor, material, ground--all is a gift to help the good cause. The people in the gulch are mighty generous, and their payment will come in this opportunity regularly to worship God instead of always worshipping gold. They can't live in a civilized fashion without a church. So the quicker we have such a place, the better. What do you say? Want to help?" Terry looked at George; George looked at Terry. "I'd rather do that than do nothing," blurted George. "Only----" "So would I," answered Terry. "But you see," he said, to the preacher, "those claims have played out----" "That's too bad," sympathized the preacher. "Both of them?" "Yes, sir. We can't mine 'em till we have water. The water's gone. And our jobs busted, and I reckon we'll have to earn our keep. But we'd as lief help here till we strike another job." "All right. Bully for you! To work once in a while for something besides money never hurts anybody," assured the preacher. "I have to do a lot of that myself. Bring down your tools whenever you feel like it. I expect some of the men will be working here all night because they can't spare the time during the day. We're going to finish the church and my cabin before Sunday. But maybe you'd rather wait till morning. It's nearly supper time now. Come after supper, though, to the prayer-meeting. We hold the first prayer-meeting, around this platform. And I'll want you to join the Sunday-school." They left the enthusiastic preacher and his volunteers building the first church in the diggin's. "Might as well go home, I guess," remarked Terry. Twilight was empurpling the hills when they arrived. This had been a lively day, but not a very successful one. "Anyway, we've got enough to eat," quoth George. "And if we work on the church that may lead to something else. We'll keep busy." "Sure," agreed Terry. "Keep a-going, as Harry said, all the way out. Keep a-going."