Such a confession was in itself enough to stamp him, in the eyes of the community, as one whose religious history must always be attended with more or less uncertainty.

Few of them had ever seen a Methodist in the flesh.

There were said to be some at Moose Creek (Mooscrick, as it was called), but they were known only by report.
The younger and more untraveled portion of the community thought of them with a certain amount of awe and fear.
It was no wonder, then, that Yankee's appearance in Bible class produced a sensation.

It was an evening of sensations, for not only were Macdonald Dubh and Yankee present, but Aleck McRae had driven up a load of people from below the Sixteenth.

Ranald regarded his presence with considerable contempt.
"It is not much he cares for the Bible class, whatever," he confided to Don, who was sitting beside him.
But more remarkable and disturbing to Ranald than the presence of Aleck McRae, was that of a young man sitting between Hughie and Maimie in the minister's pew.