"Vour."
"Yes, 'vour, devour. The Devil went about like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour."
"Bully for you, Brush!" exclaimed Lester. "That's good; you didn't cough big though, like the preacher does."
"Don't make fun of the old man, boys, he is here to help us; he wants to do us good."
"Yes," answered Warren; "I guess he wanted to do you good last week, when he switched your back for you!"
"I think I deserved it."
"No, you didn't. You didn't do anything; you only threw Phil Sheridan down and made his nose bleed."
"I shouldn't have done it. I saw a good chance and I did it, and the old man was looking at me. Now, boys, what did the preacher mean when he said the Devil went around like a roaring lion?"
"I s'pose," said Edwin, "he means the Devil is like some of our big medicine men who can turn themselves into deer and elk, and any kind of animal, and the Devil can change himself into a hungry, howling lion and—"