“I’m damned bad for a religious atmosphere,” Brett said. “I’ve the wrong type of face.
“You know,” Brett said, “I’m not worried about him at all. I just feel happy about him.”
“Good.”
“I wish the wind would drop, though.”
“It’s liable to go down by five o’clock.”
“Let’s hope.”
“You might pray,” I laughed.
“Never does me any good. I’ve never gotten anything I prayed for. Have you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Oh, rot,” said Brett. “Maybe it works for some people, though. You don’t look very religious, Jake.”