his recreant memory for the words that came after:

"The sun grew dark with mystery,

The morn was cold and still,

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill."

Tamale stirred restlessly with head uplifted and ears pointed
straight before up the steep bluff. Old Ironsides, Thurston's
mount, was not the sort to worry about anything but his feed,
and paid no attention. Bob turned and glanced the way Tamale
was looking; saw nothing, and settled down again on the small of
his back.

"He sees a badger or something," he Said. "Go on, Bud, with the
chorus."

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

Lift up your gates and sing."

"Lift up your hands damn quick!" mimicked a voice just behind.
"If yuh ain't got anything to do but lay in the shade of a rock
and yawp, we'll borrow your cayuses. You ain't needin' 'em, by
the looks!"

They squirmed around until they could stare into two black