"That's cruel! It'll kill him!" cried deacon Kline as he jabbed the Preacher in the ribs.
In a few minutes, the Preacher was back in his place with five of the best singers from his church by his side. He began to sing the old hymns of Zion and every man in the room joined until the building quivered with melody.
"Now a good old Yankee hymn, that suits this hour, written by an an old Baptist preacher I met in Boston the other day!" cried the Preacher.
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing!"
Heavens, how they sang it, while the Preacher lined it off, stood above them beating time, and led in a clear mighty voice! Again the orderly appeared with a note.
"What is it now?" they cried on every side.
Again Major Dameron announced "Military order No. 2, forbidding the Rev. John Durham to sing or induce anybody to sing while in prison."
Another roar of laughter that broke into a cheer which made the glass rattle. When the soldier had disappeared, the Rev. John Durham ascended the platform, looked about him with a humourous twinkle in his eye, straightened himself to his full height and crowed like a rooster! A cheer shook the building to its foundations. Roar after roar of its defiant cadence swept across the square and made Haley and Perkins tremble as they looked at each other over their conference table with Berry.
"What the devil's the matter now?" cried Haley.
"Do you suppose it's a rescue?" whispered Perkins.
"No, it's some new trick of that damned Preacher. I'll chain him in a room to himself," growled Berry.
