h austerity and strength, riding down his anger
with a mighty effort.

"You will please take the child from the church. You have your own
squatter mission for such as that."

He had forgotten his members--forgotten that he was a man of God. As he
bent toward her, he remembered only that she was the girl who had
thwarted him, who had won in the squatter fight against his own
influence. Tessibel heard the words "squatter" and "mission." It had not
occurred to her to take the child there. She looked down upon the little
fire-marked face. Would baby Dan live until she could get him there? He
might be dead before she could carry him to the inlet and cross the
tracks to the young rector's house. Teola had said that the baby would
never be with his father without baptism, that even she, his mother,
could not see him when she, too, went away. Little Dan, uncleansed,
would live far from the bright angels. Her anger rose in a twinkling.
She took another backward step, threw the red curls into a mass over her
shoulder, and spoke again.

"Air I to take him from the church without the water?"

"Yes."

"I'll be damned if I's a-goin' to take him away," she flung back,
panting. "He air so near dead, he air blind--look at his eyes! I says,
he air to be sprinkled, he air! If ye won't give the Huly Ghost a
chance at him--" Here she stepped forward to the font, flashed a look of
hatred at Graves, and suddenly dipped her hand into the water.

"I sprinkles him myself," she ended.

The drops fell upon the livid baby face, dripping down upon the bare
feet of the squatter.

"I baptize--" Tess wavered for lack of words. She had thought she could
not forget the benediction.

A voice from the back of the church broke in abruptly upon her
hesitation.

"I baptize thee, child," it rang, "in the name of the Father, and of the
Son, and of the Holy Ghost."

Bill Hopkins was in the middle aisle, coming toward her. Tess snatched
one glimpse of his face, still holding her wet hand upon the dark-haired
babe.

"Say it, girl," Hopkins commanded. "Say it, quick. The child is dying."

"I baptize thee, child, in the name--" gasped Tess.

She stepped back again, throwing an entreating, silent appeal to the
huge, bald-headed man.

"Of the Father, and of the Son," repeated Bill.

"Of the Father, and of the Son," echoed Tess.

"And of the Holy Ghost," ended Hopkins.

"And of the Huly Ghost," whispered Tess.

"Amen" rolled from a hundred tea