w Him, is a literal command to be obeyed.

"In the week following my campaign for the Methodist, two Nazarenes, a
young man and his wife, came barging into Adot and set up for
business. She took up cooking and waiting table in Jode's restaurant
for their board, and he went about the street preaching and about the
house praying, day and night. They were both good singers and he
played an accordion. In that week they talked Joe Burns into letting
them have the use of the old mercantile warehouse, and they set up
meetings in that big, barn of a place. That same week they came out
here, in a truck they had borrowed, to get me to help them as I had
the Methodists.

"Well, of all things, you just cannot say 'no' to such people. Why, I
almost insulted them; told them Adot was a barren field, overworked
and already supplied with their spiritual needs. But I failed to
impress them. They even wanted to pray for me. Me, who thought I was
already sainted for my work with the Methodists! Then I went on
another tack; I explained that I had already exhausted my resources in
my work with others; that I had canvassed everyone and could not,
consistently, go over the field asking for subscriptions for another
organization. That failed. They insisted that they wanted only a
start, just a little influence; and that I should come and assist them
some night!

"They trapped me. To get rid of them, I half-way promised to aid in
some sort of an entertainment to help them get their first money;
after that, they were to be on their own resources. And while I was
berating myself and wondering how to get out of it, or how to get in
it, Landy here came with the news that a little showman was to visit
us here on the plateau and that he wanted a horse. Right then and
there the clouds lifted; the problem was solved."

Adine let her voice fall, pushed her chair back from the conference
table and folded her arms. Landy drummed on the table and looked
thoughtful. Davy wiggled around on his high perch and nearly fell off
the dictionary.

"Well, that's a fine story, Miss Adine, and well told, but I don't get
the connection as to why you are not to sell the little horse."

The girl laughed. "Sure, I will not sell him, but I'll trade him.
Trade him for that entertainment that I promised those impractical and
improvident Nazarenes."

"Do you mean that me and Landy here must put on some sort of a show in
Adot? Why--why, I don't know a soul here. I know