"With Deacon Staples."
He smiled as he saw the hands of the clock pointing to nine-thirty. It was long after the Deacon's bedtime.
CHAPTER XIII
The Sleepers
It was twenty minutes of ten before a sleepy and decidedly irritable voice responded in answer to Donaldson's cheery hello. There was little of Christian spirit to be detected in it.
"Is this Deacon Staples?"
"Yes. But I 'd like t' know what ye mean by gettin' a man outern bed at this time of night?"
"Why, you were n't in bed, Deacon!"
"In bed? See here, is this some confounded joke?"