"Yes, that's so. But I've pretty much quit, unless there's some extraordinary occasion."
"Well, you drink, don't you?"
"Why, sure. When I can git it, and git it good, which aint easy in this country now."
"And you sometimes fight?"
"Well," in a tone almost of disappointment, "there aint nobody wantin' to experiment with me in these parts any longer."
"And you gamble? Play poker for money, I mean?"
"Oh, well, I don't profess to be the real thing," replied Ike modestly, as if disclaiming an excellence he could hardly hope to attain, "but I ginerally kin stay some with the game."
"Now, Ike, listen to me. I'm going to give it to you straight."
Ike faced his minister squarely, looking him fair in the eyes.
"You have been doing pretty much as you like all along. Now, if you join the church you are swearing solemnly to do only what Jesus Christ likes. You give your word you will do only what you think He wants. You see? He is to be your Master."