“Only one more word, anyway,” was the rejoinder. He was still holding his boot.
“What is it?”
“Why”–the voice was solemn–“it’s ‘Amen.’”
“Aw, shucks!” came from the depths of the blanket.
The lean man turned his head. “Say, you!” he rasped, belligerently.
“What?”
For answer the boot sailed across the camp.
The Professor popped his head out of the blanket, drew it back suddenly, popped it out again, all strongly suggestive of a turtle.
There was a hoarse laugh, then silence, but none of those men forgot the Prayer of the Horse.