"Oh, it's all wrong. It's all foolish, and wrong, and just terrible," she broke in impulsively. Then she became calmly thoughtful, and her even brows drew together in an effort to straighten out the things she wanted to say. She shook her head. "I'm sure he can be handled," she went on deliberately. "Oh, yes. In spite of the things they say of him."
"What's that?"
"Why he's as ready to fight as to laugh."
"Who says that?"
"That's the way they speak of him."
"Who speaks that way?"
Nancy laughed.
"It was just a queer sort of missionary who told me. I met him when I was at Arden Laval's camp. A man they call Father Adam."
Peterman nodded.
"And you guess he can be handled?"