"You were riding for God, I'd say," cried Mr. Fowler. "And if I'd been a Mormon bishop I couldn't have been made more welcome than I have been here."
"A preacher's a preacher," said Elijah. "Well, Douglas, what's next on your program?"
Douglas looked at Judith. "I've promised to take Judith up to Mountain
City. She's going to get a job up there, and I am too!"
Judith put down her coffee-cup and her great eyes blazed. "Why, Douglas
Spencer! You are going to do nothing of the sort!"
"What is Lost Chief to me without you?" asked Douglas, coolly and entirely ignoring the eager-eyed audience.
Judith's face expressed entire disapproval. "I never thought you'd let them run you out, Doug!" She turned to Mr. Fowler. "Don't let him be a quitter, Mr. Fowler."
Mr. Fowler was watching Douglas with troubled eyes. "I don't know," he said, "that I blame Douglas. It seems to me that Lost Chief will have to become conscious of its needs before it can be helped. I love Douglas very much. I'd not be sorry to see him get out into the world where there's a bigger chance for his abilities than in that godless valley."
Judith turned from the preacher impatiently. "Douglas Spencer! You know you'll never be happy anywhere else. Lost Chief is your home and the home of all your people before you."
"How about its being home to you?" asked Douglas.
"No place can be home to me that doesn't need all that's in me," replied
Judith. "Lost Chief is no place for me. It's not a woman's country."