Of course the first question asked was whether or not the ex-sideshow proprietor was sincerely repentant and honestly trying to walk the straight path and lead others along it. Albert replied that his hero had interviewed him and was satisfied that he was; he had been “converted” at a revival and was now a religious enthusiast whose one idea was to save sinners. That was enough for Captain Zelotes. “Let him alone, then,” said the captain. “He's tryin' to be a decent man. What do you want to do? Tell on him and have him chucked overboard from one church after another until he gets discouraged and takes to swindlin' again?” Rachel Ellis could not see it that way. “If he was a saved sinner,” she declared, “and repentant of his sins, then he'd ought to repent 'em out loud. Hidin' 'em ain't repentin'. And, besides, there's Donald's (Donald was the hero's name) there's Donald's duty to the man that's been so good to him. Is it fair to that man to keep still and let him hire a minister that, like as not, will steal the collection, box and all, afore he gets through? No, sir, Donald ought to tell THAT man, anyhow.” Olive was pretty dubious about the whole scheme. She doubted if anybody connected with a circus COULD ever become a minister. “The whole--er--er--trade is so different,” she said. Mr. Kendall was not there that evening, his attendance being required at a meeting of the Sunday School teachers. Helen, however, was not at that meeting and Captain Zelotes declared his intention of asking her opinion by telephone. “She'll say same as I do--you see if she don't,” he declared. When he called the parsonage, however, Maria Price answered the phone and informed him that Helen was spending the evening with old Mrs. Crowell, who lived but a little way from the Snow place. The captain promptly called up the Crowell house. “She's there and she'll stop in here on her way along,” he said triumphantly. “And she'll back me up--you see.” But she did not. She did not “back up” any one. She merely smiled and declared the problem too complicated to answer offhand. “Why don't you ask Albert?” she inquired. “After all, he is the one who must settle it eventually.” “He won't tell,” said Olive. “He's real provokin', isn't he? And now you won't tell, either, Helen.” “Oh, I don't know--yet. But I think he does.” Albert, as usual, walked home with her. “How are you going to answer your hero's riddle?” she asked. “Before I tell you, suppose you tell me what your answer would be.”