A quaint dwarfish figure, crippled but full of vigour, stumped up to the platform.
"My son," he said, grandly waving the Rector to one side, "allow me, my son.

You have done well.

Now I shall deal with this gentleman." The owner of the misshapen body had a noble head, a face marked with intellectual quality, but the glitter in the large blue eye told the same tale of mental anarchy.

Startled and astonished, the evangelist backed away from the extraordinary creature that continued to advance upon him.
"Sir," cried the dwarf, "by what right do you proclaim the divine message to your fellowmen?
Have you known the cross, have you felt the piercing crown, do you bear upon your body the mark of the spear ?" At this with a swift upward hitch of his shirt the dwarf exposed his bare side.

The evangelist continued to back away from his new assailant, who continued vigorously to follow him up.