"That will suit me. I can then give my boss ample notice."
"What pay will you want, Mr. Fowler?"
"Just enough to feed and clothe me. We'll arrange that after we get a church established."
Douglas rose with a broad grin. "I sure-gawd have let myself in for something now," he said. "But I'll take care of you, Mr. Fowler."
"All right, young Moses," returned the preacher, smiling into Doug's eager face. "Good-night."
Charleton was still sound asleep when Douglas at dawn lay down beside him and slipped into dreamless slumber.
CHAPTER XI
THE LOG CHAPEL
"Don't take any responsibility that you don't have to. That's my idea of a happy life."
—Young Jeff