all such matters--General Brady, sir. I think you know him.
This is what I heard him say. 'He is an able preacher and a Christian
gentleman.'"

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir," said the Superintendent. "I thank you
for your warm appreciation of one whom, after short acquaintance, I
regard as you do."

It was Father Mike who drove the Superintendent to Loon Lake next day,
only to find Shock away from home.

"We will inquire at the stopping-place," said Father Mike.

"Let us see," said the Superintendent, who never forgot a name or a
face, "does Carroll keep that still? He did five years ago."

"Yes, and here he is," said Father Mike. "Hello, Carroll. Can you tell
me where your minister is?"

"By japers, it's a search warrant you'll need for him I'm thinkin'. Ask
Perault there. Perault, do you know where the preacher is?"

"Oui. He's go 'way for prospect sure."

"Prospecting?" inquired Father Mike.

"Oui," grinned Perault, "dat's heem, one prospector. Every day, every
day he's pass on de trial, over de hill, down de coulee, all over."

"He does, eh?" said Father Mike, delighted at the description of his
friend. "What is he after? Coal?"

"Coal!" echoed Perault with contempt. "Not mouche. He's go for find de
peep. He's dig 'em up on de church, by gar."

"You see, Doctor," said Father Mike, "no one has any chance here with
your fellow. There's Carroll, now, and Perault, they are properly Roman
Catholic, but now they are good Presbyterians."

"Bon, for sure. Eh, Carroll, mon garcon?"

"Bedad, an' it's thrue for ye," said Carroll.

It was no small tribute to Shock's influence that the ancient feud
between these two had been laid to rest.

"Well, do you know when he will be home?" asked Father Mike.

"I go for fin' out," said Perault, running into his house, and
returning almost immediately. "Tomorrow for sure. Mebbe to-night."

"Well, Carroll, this is your minister's bishop. I suppose you can look
after him till Mr. Macgregor comes home."

"An' that we can, sir. Come right in," said Carroll readily. "Anny
friend of the Prospector, as we call him, is welcome to all in me
house, an' that he is."

That afternoon and evening the Superintendent spent listening in the
pauses of his letter writing to the praises of the missionary, and to a
description, with all possible elaboration and ornament, of the saving
of little Patsey's life, in which even the doctor's skill played a very
subordinate part.

"An'