But help came from an unexpected quarter, and Hi suddenly called out: "Here you, Bill, shut your blanked jaw, and you, Bruce, give the man a chance to work off his music." "That's so! Fair play! Go on!" were the cries that came in response to Hi's appeal.
The missionary, who was all trembling and much troubled, gave Hi a grateful look, and said: "I'm afraid there are a great many things I don't understand, and I am not good at argument." There were shouts of "Go on! fire ahead, play the game!" but he said, "I think we will close the service with a hymn." His frankness and modesty, and his respectful, courteous manner gained the sympathy of the men, so that all joined heartily in singing, "Sun of My Soul." In the prayer that followed his voice grew steady and his nerve came back to him.

The words were very simple, and the petitions were mostly for light and for strength.

With a few words of remembrance of "those in our homes far away who think of us and pray for us and never forget," this strange service was brought to a close.
After the missionary had stepped out, the whole affair was discussed with great warmth.

Hi Kendal thought "The Pilot didn't have no fair show," maintaining that when he was "ropin' a steer he didn't want no blanked tenderfoot to be shovin' in his rope like Bill there." But Bill steadily maintained his position that "the story of that there picnic was a little too unusual" for him.

Bruce was trying meanwhile to beguile The Duke into a discussion of the physics and metaphysics of the case.
But The Duke refused with quiet contempt to be drawn into a region where he felt himself a stranger.