Flushed with success, Gizzard began to dance around the front of the altar, making unmistakable signs of derision, and shouting excitedly:
"Ya-da! Ya-da! What'd I tell you! What'd I tell you!"
Sube recovered his indifferent attitude at once.
"Well, we ain't seen it yet, have we?" he said.
"You fellers help me push this here thing back and you'll see it in a hurry!" cried Gizzard confidently.
All lent a hand except Cathead, who discreetly remained in the background. And suddenly he gave a cry of warning.
"Look out there! You're movin' the whole blame' bus'ness!"
And indeed they were. Pulpit and platform rolled majestically back several feet, disclosing to their popping eyes just such a pool as Gizzard had described. When Gizzard had sufficiently recovered from his surprise to find his voice, he demanded of Sube with the gruffness which he was now entitled to employ:
"Ain't that there a swimmin'-hole?"
"Looks like one," Sube was forced to admit.