“Two kinds!” I put in. “At least two of Episcopals.”
“That's three. Then Methodists and Baptists, and—”
“Three Methodists!”
“Well, you do the countin'.”
I accordingly did it, feeling my revolving memory slip cogs all the way round. “Anyhow, there are safely fifteen.”
“Fifteen.” He held this fact a moment. “And they don't worship a whole heap o' different gods like the ancients did?”
“Oh, no!”
“It's just the same one?”
“The same one.”
The Virginian folded his hands over the horn of his saddle, and leaned forward upon them in contemplation of the wide, beautiful landscape.