't go into it," said the chaplain. "I am
glad to see your preparations, Mr. Carmichael; that I consider very
magnanimous in you, under all the circumstances; and so will his
lordship when he has had a rest. You won't mind his retiring until it's
time for the little service, Mr. Carmichael?"

"Not I," returned Carmichael, promptly. But the worst paddock on
Mulfera, in its worst season, was not more dry than the manager's tone.

Shortly before eleven the bell was rung which roused the men on week-day
mornings, and they began trooping over from their hut, while the trio
foregathered on the veranda as before. The open end was the one looking
east but the sun was too near the zenith to enter many inches, and with
equal thoroughness and tact Carmichael had placed the table, the
water-bag, and the tumbler, at the open end. They were all that he could
do in the way of pulpit, desk, and lectern.

The men tramped in and filled the chairs, forms, tin trunks, and
packing-cases which had been pressed into the service of this makeshift
sanctuary. The trio sat in front. The bell ceased, the ringer entering
and taking his place. There was some delay, if not some hitch. Then came
the chaplain with an anxious face.

"His lordship wishes to know if all hands are here," he whispered across
the desk.

Carmichael looked behind him for several seconds. "Every man Jack," he
replied. "And damn his lordship's cheek!" he added for his equals'
benefit, as the chaplain disappeared.

"Rum cove, that chaplain," whispered Chaucer, in the guarded manner of
one whose frequent portion is the snub brutal.

"How so?" inquired Carmichael, with a duly withering glance.

Chaucer told in whispers of a word which he had overheard through the
weather-board wall of the room in which the Bishop had sought repose. It
was, in fact, the monosyllable of which Carmichael had just made use.
He, however, was the first to heap discredit on the book-keeper's story,
which he laughed to scorn with as much of his usual arrogance as could
be assumed below the breath.

"If you heard it at all," said Carmichael, "which I don't for a moment
believe, you heard it in the strictly Biblical sense. You can't be
expected to know what that is, Chaucer, but as a matter of fact it means
lost and done for, like our noble selves. And it was probably applied to
us, if there's the least truth in what you say."

"Truth!" he began, but was not suffered to add another word.

"Shut u