"A week-day hat?" repeated Philip. "Dear old phrase! It recalls one's happy church-going youth. Have you also provided a Sunday hat?"
"Of course, Mr. Hume."
"And, Dale, have you a Sunday coat?"
Dale laughed.
"It's a pretty excuse for pretty things, Phil," he said. "Let Nellie have her Sunday hat. I doubt if they'll let me into the church."
Philip stretched out his hand and took up a glass of whisky and water which stood near him.
"I drink to the success of the expedition!" said he.
"To the success of our mission!" cried Dale gayly, raising his glass. "We will spread the light!"
"Here's to Dale Bannister, apostle in partibus!" and Philip drank the toast.