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The Gillespies rose to the occasion with the same dauntless buoyancy that they had shown in ever attempting the undertaking, and then blithely defying public opinion with a servant and a cow.
Every heart-throb in the prison cells of this land where his victims count time by corroding his thought every grief that finds utterance from these victims in the quarries of Portland will go up to heaven freighted with curses on the Nagles, the Devanys, the Masseys, the Gillespies, the Corridons, and the whole host of mercenary miscreants, who, faithless to their friends and recreant to their professions, have, paraphrasing the words of Moore, taken their perfidy to heaven seeking to make accomplice of their God wretches who have embalmed their memories in imperishable infamy, and given their accursed names to an inglorious immortality.
He stopped; both were thinking the same thing and knew they were. "I saw the likeness from the first, too," the wife said. The Gillespies arrived at their simpler log cabin half an hour later than the Brailes at theirs.
He went out between Enraghty and Hingston, and as they walked away, he sank his voice back in words of Scripture; farther away he began his hymn: "Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay" and ended with his shout of "Salvation!" The cabin of the Reverdys stood on a byway beyond the Gillespies.
And the Gillespies may be poor, but when it comes to respectability and good works they've got a right to hold their heads up with the best in this settlement. That girl has done all the work of the house since her mother died, when she wasn't a little thing half grown; and old David has slaved off his mortgage till his farm's free and clear; and he don't owe anybody a cent."
"Will you come up, Brother " "Call me Dylks for the present," the stranger answered with a full voice. "Brother Dylks," the minister repeated, and he came down, and gave him the right hand of fellowship. The Gillespies looked on with their different indifference. Dylks turned to them: "Shall I speak?" "Speak!" the girl said, but her father said nothing.
With their mules and horses they should make good time and within a month overhaul the train that had left the Gillespies behind. As the doctor and his daughter walked away the shyness of the young men returned upon them in a heavy backwash. They were so whelmed by it that they did not even speak to one another.
It was thought that the stranger would reappear at the last night of the camp-meeting, but the Gillespies came without him, and reported that they had expected he would come by himself.
He glanced up at the stranger with a keen glint through his branching eyebrows, and made a guttural sound; his wife pushed him; and he said; "What?" and "Oh!" quite audibly; and she pushed him again for answer. The Gillespies sat down with the stranger in the foremost bench.
With silent pangs the student saw his books thrown on the banks of the river while his keg of whisky, sugar and coffee were stored among the Gillespies' effects. Then they started, a much diminished train one wagon, a girl, and three mounted men. It was Sunday afternoon, and the doctor and his daughter were sitting by a group of alders on the banks of the little river called Ham's Fork.
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