They'll find the Lord and me both ready for them. I have an idea they are going to be surprised before they are through with this."
Douglas nodded and they rode down into the Valley. When they trotted past the post-office, the usual group was gathered on the steps. Doug and the preacher nodded but did not draw rein. Old Sister came out sedately and growled at Prince, but Peter did not leave the doorstep.
"What's your hurry, old-timers?" shouted Jimmy Day.
"A long way to go," called Douglas.
"Your hazer needs a shave!" said some one else.
"We'll do it for him Sunday!" cried another voice.
"Oil up your cannon, Doug," laughed Charleton, "and unchain the dogs of war."
Douglas trotted sedately on.
"I wonder why it is! I wonder why!" said Fowler, very real pain in his voice.
"They think we're criticizing them," answered Douglas; adding, with his pleasant grin, "which we are!"
It was dark when they reached Douglas' ranch. Before they had unsaddled, Fowler insisted on lighting a lantern and inspecting the chapel. Douglas, not at all adverse, for he was very proud of this work of his hands, followed the old man in his microscopic inspection of the little building. It was small and dim, with a smell of new cedar. To Douglas, already there was something hallowed about the quiet interior as if somehow the yearning with which he had builded it had given the insensate wood a curious high purposefulness.
Fowler examined the benches and sat for a moment on several of them. He flashed the lantern along the carefully chinked walls, the rose tints of the cedar glowing warmly back at him. He walked slowly up and
