"We thought mebbe you'd lend us yer spring wagon," Benner said timidly.
"Of course I would, and drive it too, if I had somebody to look after the place."
"Gee-whitaker!" shouted Hunch. "Wouldn't that be the dandy fun, though."
"We could give concerts to pay expenses," Bill continued, "only I'm afraid of the devil."
"Thunder! I'd blow the devil up his own chimney with my horn," Hunch fairly screamed, greatly excited by the proposed tour.
Benner trembled in silent joy. He was afraid to speak lest he should suggest some objection to the plan and overthrow the whole scheme.
"We'd have to practice awhile together, then I'd know if the devil meant to bother me." Bill spoke meditatively, and continued his thought in silence. Presently Hunch broke the quiet.
"Say, Bill, listen ter me. It's my thinkin' thet if there's enybody this side uv heaven that Satan's afeard uv, it's Parson Lawrence; an' ef yer hed somethin' uv his'n 'long with yer, I don't think the devil'd come near yer."
"Right, boy, right." Bill rushed at Hunch and shook him nervously. "Maybe you have freed the devil-bound slave."
Blind Benner expressed his gratitude by saying: