Bud colored.
"I may ha' got the name some twisted, but they're here, jes the samey. They're pretty bad 'uns, too, so everyone says."
"You'll have to find out the real name, Bud, before you can frighten me."
"There goes Bessie. I'll call her in," and, suiting his action to his words, he ran to the door and hailed Bessie.
Bessie entered the house, her rosy face all smiles.
"Say, Bess," said Bud confidently, "I've got the swell news jes' a bit twisted. What's the name o' those guys jes' come in, that everyone's slammin'?"
"Oh, you mean those two Mormon preachers. Just think, Mrs. Hadly, there are two young men walking through the country here without any money, just like tramps and calling themselves preachers for Christ. They say they are awful people and run away West with all the pretty girls they can find. Did you ever hear of them?"
Venna's eyes brightened with interest.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of them. I don't believe they are as bad as they're made out to be."
Venna's mind traveled quickly back to that memorable night on Broadway and the young Mormon's face came vividly to her recollection.