"You need not fear any trouble with my horse," the evangelist said, as Dallas was heard bidding Simon keep to his side of the stall. "Shadrach is a gentle beast."
At the name, the section-boss cocked his head like an inquiring bird. "M-m, Shadrach," he began in important reflection; "y' call y' hoss Shadrach. Ah seem t' hev heerd thet name before."
Marylyn raised to her father a quick, warning finger. "It's in the Bible, pa," she whispered.
"Heh?"
"It's in the Bible."
"Don' y' think Ah know?" Evan poked the fire cheerfully. He was fairly started in a conversation. "Thet Shadrach was a prophet, ef Ah recall it jes' right," he said tentatively.
The evangelist shot him a sorrowful glance.
"No, pa," whispered Marylyn again. "He was put in a furnace. Remember the furnace, pa?"
"With th' lions!" cried the section-boss. "Certainly Ah do."
"Oh, pa, that isn't the story."