“With Baptis' propensities,” added the Bishop. “Fetch the baptismal fount.”
“Please, pap,” said little Appomattox Watts from the front bench, “but Archie B. has drunk up all the baptismal water endurin' the first prayer.”
“I had to,” spoke up Archie B., from the platform steps—“I et dried mackerel for breakfas'.”
“We'll postpone the baptism' till nex' Sunday,” said the Bishop.
CHAPTER IX
THE RETURN
It was Sunday and Jack Bracken had been out all the afternoon, hunting for Cap'n Tom—as he had been in the morning, when not at church. Hitching up the old horse, the Bishop started out to hunt also.