"'Our Father which art in heaven . . .
Our Father which art in heaven—'
"Now, hold on, just a minute," and he paused to think before resuming and wiped his suddenly sweating brow.
"'Our Father which art in heaven—
If I should die before I wake . . .
Give us our daily bread. Amen.'"
The men all sat in silence. Then Keno whispered, so loudly that every one could hear;
"By jinks! I didn't think he could do it!"
"We'll now have another hymn," announced the leader, "There used to be one that went on something about, 'I'm lost and far away from the shack, and it's dark, and lead me—somewhere—kindly light.' Any one remember the words all straight?"
"I don't," replied the blacksmith, "but I might come in on the chorus."
"Seems to me," said Bone, "a candle or just a plain, unvarnished light, would 'a' went out. It must have bin a lantern."
"Objection well taken," responded Jim, gravely. "I reckon I got it turned 'round a minute ago. It was more like:
"'Lead me on, kindly lantern,
For I am far from home,
And the night is dark.'"