The Sky Pilot

chief charms. The Noble Seven despised, ignored, or laughed at him, according to their mood and disposition. Bruce patronized him; and, worst o

eball match was on with The Porcupines from near the Fort. To Hi's disgust and the team's dismay Bill failed to

Hi," said some o

ot standing some distance, away; t

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e game began. Hi fitted on his mask, a new i

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h the manoeuvre in his box

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e third. Once more that disconcerting swing and the whip-like

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ked at the ball in his hand, then

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ning. He was fleet as a deer, and he knew the game thoroughly. He was keen, eager, intense in play, and before the innings were half over he was recognized as the best all-round man on the field. In the pitcher's box he puzzled the Porcupines till they grew desperate

enthusiasm came back and his brightness and his courage. The Duke was not present to witness his triumph, and, besides, he rather despised the game. Bruce was there, however, but took no part in

give him points." Bill had great confidence in Hi's opinion upon baseball, but he was not prepared to surrender his right of private judgment in matters theological, so he waited for the sermon before committing himself to any enthusiastic approval. This service was an undoubted success. The singing was hearty, and insensibly the men fell into a reverent attitude during prayer. The theme, too, was one that gave little room for skepticism. It was the story of Zaccheus, and story-telling was Moore's strong point. The thing was well done. Vivid portraitures of the

r, how does

, and our hearts were moved within us. That great Personality was made very real and very winning. Hi was quite subdued by the story and the picture. Bill was perplexed; it was all new to him; but Bruce was mainly irritated. To him it was all old and filled with

th the idea of comforting The Pilot, who stood sa

d, quickly, "not a b

I know my relations!" a

good deal of him,"

dly, "he's more stuck on himself than that mean old cuss you w

er, they, too, disappeared into the darkness that swallowed up the trail to Ashley Ranch. That was the first of many such services. The preaching was always of the simplest kind, abstract questions being avoided a

but he's a-ketchin' his second wind, an