"Guess it's the new preacher," said one with a laugh. "He's come down from Cedar Mountain to save us from Hell, as if Hell could be any worse than this."
Hartigan drew up to inquire the direction to a certain cabin and when he learned the way he rode on.
"Looks to me like he would have made a cowboy, if they had ketched him young."
"Do you see that horse? Ain't there some blood there?"
"Yes, there is," said Long Bill, "and it strikes me it is worth following up. Let's have another look."
The group sauntered to where the Preacher was making a call and one of them began:
"Say, mister, that's quite a horse you've got there; want to sell him?"
"No."
"Looks like a speeder."
"Yes, there's nothing in Cedar Mountain to touch him."