"Church," said Keno, promptly.
This caused a silence for a moment.
"Guess that's so, but—who wants church?" inquired the teamster.
"We might git up somethin' worse," said a voice in the crowd.
"How?" demanded another.
"It wouldn't be so far off the mark for a little kid like him," tentatively asserted Field, the father of the camp, "S'pose we give it a shot?"
"Anything suits me," agreed the carpenter. "Church might be kind of decent, after all. Jim, what you got to say 'bout the subject?"
Jim was still patting the timid little foundling on the back with a comforting hand.
"Who'd be preacher?" said he.
They were stumped for a moment.