"I reckon it'd better go to Mis' Hanks.

Jim's gal 'ud valley it mor'n a wanderin' coyote." When he had filled in the earth he knelt among the grasses and repeated the Lord's Prayer as well as he could remember it.

Then he stood up and rubbed with his hard brown knuckles the dimness from his eyes.
"Ye was allus lookin' for something, Jim," he said.

"I guess ye've found it now.

Good luck to ye, old comrade.".