Why, what you preach ain"t the gospel, an" it ain"t the truth, and the time has come for you to know it, an" own it and recant. Recant! That"s what they call it. That"s what we"re here to see "t you do, or we"ll know the reason why. That"s the _dynamics_ of it. See?"
The minister saw. He saw the deep, muddy water-hole. He saw nothing more.
"Folks are all too ready to believe them there things you was gettin"
off without havin" "em _preached_ to justify "em in their evil ways. We gotta think of those poor ignorant brothers of ours that might listen to you. See? That"s the _altruism_ of it!"
"What do you want me to do?" The wretched man"s tone was not merely humble--it was abject. His grand Prince Albert coat was torn in three places; one tail hung down dejectedly over his hip; one sleeve was ripped half-way out. His collar was unb.u.t.toned and the ends rode up hilariously over his cheeks. His necktie was gone. His sleek hair stuck out in damp wisps about his frightened eyes, and his hat had been "stove in" and jammed down as far as it would go until his ample ears stuck out like sails at half-mast. His feet were imbedded in the heavy mud on the margin of the water-hole, and his fine silk socks, which had showed at one time above the erstwhile neat tyings, were torn and covered with mud.
"Well, in the first place," said Jasper Kemp, with a slow wink around at the company, "that little matter about h.e.l.l needs adjustin". h.e.l.l ain"t no superst.i.tion. I ain"t dictatin" what kind of a h.e.l.l there is; you can make it fire or water or anything else you like, but _there is a h.e.l.l_, an" _you believe in it_. D"ye understand? We"d just like to have you make that statement publicly right here an" now."
"But how can I say what I don"t believe?" whined West, almost ready to cry. He had come proudly through a trial by Presbytery on these very same points, and had posed as being a man who had the courage of his convictions. He could not thus easily surrender his pride of original thought and broad-mindedness. He had received congratulations from a number of n.o.ble martyrs who had left their chosen church for just such reasons, congratulating him on his brave stand. It had been the first notice from big men he had ever been able to attract to himself, and it had gone to his head like wine. Give that up for a few miserable cowboys! It might get into the papers and go back East. He must think of his reputation.
"That"s just where the dynamics of the thing comes in, brother," said Jasper Kemp, patronizingly. "We"re here to _make_ you believe in a h.e.l.l.
We"re the force that will bring you back into the right way of thinkin"
again. Are you ready, boys?"
The quiet utterance brought goose-flesh up to West"s very ears, and his eyes bulged with horror.
"Oh, that isn"t necessary! I believe--yes, I believe in h.e.l.l!" he shouted, as they seized him.
But it was too late. The Rev. Frederick West was plunged into the water-hole, from whose sheep-muddied waters he came up spluttering, "Yes, I believe in _h.e.l.l_!" and for the first time in his life, perhaps, he really did believe in it, and thought that he was in it.
The men were standing knee-deep in the water and holding their captive lightly by his arms and legs, their eyes upon their leader, waiting now.
Jasper Kemp stood in the water, also, looking down benevolently upon his victim, his chin in his hand, his elbow in his other hand, an att.i.tude which carried a feeling of hopelessness to the frightened minister.
"An" now there"s that little matter of the devil," said Jasper Kemp, reflectively. "We"ll just fix that up next while we"re near his place of residence. You believe in the devil, Mr. Parson, from now on? If you"d ever tried resistin" him I figger you"d have b"lieved in him long ago.
But _you believe in him_ from _now on_, an" you _don"t preach against him any more_! We"re not goin" to have our Arizona men gettin" off their guard an" thinkin" their enemy is dead. There _is_ a devil, parson, and you believe in him! Duck him, boys!"
Down went the minister into the water again, and came up spluttering, "Yes, I--I--I--believe--in-the--devil." Even in this strait he was loath to surrender his pet theme--no devil.
"Very well, so far as it goes," said Jasper Kemp, thoughtfully. "But now, boys, we"re comin" to the most important of all, and you better put him under about three times, for there mustn"t be no mistake about this matter. You believe in the Bible, parson--_the whole Bible_?"
"Yes!" gasped West, as he went down the first time and got a mouthful of the bitter water, "I believe--" The voice was fairly anguished. Down he went again. Another mouthful of water. "_I believe in the whole Bible!_"
he screamed, and went down the third time. His voice was growing weaker, but he came up and reiterated it without request, and was lifted out upon the mud for a brief respite. The men of the bunk-house were succeeding better than the Presbytery back in the East had been able to do. The conceit was no longer visible in the face of the Reverend Frederick. His teeth were chattering, and he was beginning to see one really needed to believe in something when one came as near to his end as this.
"There"s just one more thing to reckon with," said Jasper Kemp, thoughtfully. "That line of talk you was handin" out about a man dyin"
on a cross two thousand years ago bein" nothin" to you. You said you _an" me_, but you can speak for _yourself_. We may not be much to look at, but we ain"t goin" to stand for no such slander as that. Our missionary preaches all about that Man on the Cross, an" if you don"t need Him before you get through this little campaign of life I"ll miss my guess. Mebbe we haven"t been all we might have been, but we ain"t agoin" to let you ner no one else go back on that there Cross!"
Jasper Kemp"s tone was tender and solemn. As the minister lay panting upon his back in the mud he was forced to acknowledge that at only two other times in his life had a tone of voice so arrested his attention and filled him with awe; once when as a boy he had been caught copying off another"s paper at examination-time, and he had been sent to the princ.i.p.al"s office; and again on the occasion of his mother"s funeral, as he sat in the dim church a few years ago and listened to the old minister. For a moment now he was impressed with the wonder of the Cross, and it suddenly seemed as if he were being arraigned before the eyes of Him with Whom we all have to do. A kind of shame stole into his pale, flabby face, all the smugness and complacence gone, and he a poor wretch in the hands of his accusers. Jasper Kemp, standing over him on the bank, looking down grimly upon him, seemed like the emissary of G.o.d sent to condemn him, and his little, self-centered soul quailed within him.
"Along near the end of that discourse of yours you mentioned that sin was only misplaced energy. Well, if that"s so there"s a heap of your energy gone astray this mornin", an" the time has come for you to pay up. Speak up now an" say what you believe or whether you want another duckin"--an" it"ll be seven times this time!"
The man on the ground shut his eyes and gasped. The silence was very solemn. There seemed no hint of the ridiculous in the situation. It was serious business now to all those men. Their eyes were on their leader.
"Do you solemnly declare before G.o.d--I s"pose you still believe in a G.o.d, as you didn"t say nothin" to the contrary--that from now on you"ll stand for that there Cross and for Him that hung on it?"
The minister opened his eyes and looked up into the wide brightness of the sky, as if he half expected to see horses and chariots of fire standing about to do battle with him then and there, and his voice was awed and frightened as he said:
"I do!"
There was silence, and the men stood with half-bowed heads, as if some solemn service were being performed that they did not quite understand, but in which they fully sympathized. Then Jasper Kemp said, softly:
"Amen!" And after a pause: "I ain"t any sort of a Christian myself, but I just can"t stand it to see a parson floatin" round that don"t even know the name of the firm he"s workin" for. Now, parson, there"s just one more requirement, an" then you can go home."
The minister opened his eyes and looked around with a frightened appeal, but no one moved, and Jasper Kemp went on:
"You say you had a church in New York. What was the name and address of your workin"-boss up there?"
"What do you mean? I hadn"t any boss."
"Why, him that hired you an" paid you. The chief elder or whatever you called him."
"Oh!" The minister"s tone expressed lack of interest in the subject, but he answered, languidly, "Ezekiel Newbold, Hazelton."
"Very good. Now, parson, you"ll just kindly write two copies of a letter to Mr. Ezekiel Newbold statin" what you"ve just said to us concernin"
your change of faith, sign your name, address one to Mr. Newbold, an"
give the duplicate to me. We just want this little matter put on record so you can"t change your mind any in future. Do you get my idea?"
"Yes," said the minister, dispiritedly.
"Will you do it?"
"Yes," apathetically.
"Well, now I got a piece of advice for you. It would be just as well for your health for you to leave Arizona about as quick as you can find it convenient to pack, but you won"t be allowed to leave this town, day or night, cars or afoot, until them there letters are all O.K. Do you get me?"
"Yes," pathetically.
"I might add, by way of explainin", that if you had come to Arizona an"
minded your own business you wouldn"t have been interfered with. You mighta preached whatever bosh you darned pleased so far as we was concerned, only you wouldn"t have had no sorta audience after the first try of that stuff you give to-day. But when you come to Arizona an" put your fingers in other folks" pie, when you tried to "squeal" on the young gentleman who was keen enough to shoot out the lights to save a man"s life, why, we "ain"t no further use for you. In the first place, you was all wrong. You thought the Kid shot out the lights to steal the gamin"-money; but he didn"t. He put it all in the hands of the sheriff some hours before your "private information" reached him through the mail. You thought you were awful sharp, you little sneak! But I wasn"t the only man present who saw you put your foot out an" cover a gold piece that rolled on the floor just when the fight began. You thought n.o.body was a-lookin", but you"ll favor us, please, with that identical gold piece along with the letter before you leave. Well, boys, that"ll be about all, then. Untie him!"
In silence and with a kind of contemptuous pity in their faces the strong men stooped and unbound him; then, without another word, they left him, tramping solemnly away single file to their horses, standing at a little distance.
Jasper Kemp lingered for a moment, looking down at the wretched man.
"Would you care to have us carry you back to the house?" he asked, reflectively.
"No!" said the minister, bitterly. "No!" And without another word Jasper Kemp left him.
Into the mesquite-bushes crept the minister, his glory all departed, and hid his misery from the light, groaning in bitterness of spirit. He who had made the hearts of a score of old ministers to sorrow for Zion, who had split in two a pleasantly united congregation, disrupted a session, and brought about a scandalous trial in Presbytery was at last conquered. The Rev. Frederick West had recanted!
CHAPTER XVII
When Margaret left the school-house with Bud she had walked but a few steps when she remembered Mom Wallis and turned back to search for her; but nowhere could she find a trace of her, and the front of the school-house was as empty of any people from the camp as if they had not been there that morning. The curtain had not yet risen for the scene of the undoing of West.