Baptist　Church　in　his　flivver。　Schuster　gave　The　Chief　a　few　psalms；　and　The　Chief　started　to　cry　when　Schuster　got　to　the　one　about　lying　down　beside　the　still　waters。　It　wasn't　bad；　though；　no　hysteria；　nothing　like　that。　I　had　an　idea　he　was　thinking　about　still　water　so　pure　and　so　cold　it　felt　like　it　was　cutting　your　mouth　every　time　you　drank　some。

Actually；　I　like　to　see　them　cry　a　little。　It's　when　they　don't　that　I　get　worried。

A　lot　of　men　can't　get　up　from　their　knees　again　without　help；　but　The　Chief　did　okay　in　that　department。　He　swayed　a　little　at　first；　like　he　was　lightheaded；　and　Dean　put　out　a　hand　to　steady　him；　but　Bitterbuck　had　already　found　his　balance　again　on　his　own；　so　out　we　went。

Almost　all　the　chairs　were　occupied；　with　the　people　in　them　murmuring　quietly　among　themselves；　like　folks　do　when　they're　waiting　for　a　wedding　or　a　funeral　to　get　started。　That　was　the　only　time　Bitterbuck　faltered。　I　don't　know　if　it　was　any　one　person　in　particular　that　bothered　him；　or　all　of　them　together；　but　I　could　hear　a　low　moaning　start　up　in　his　throat；　and　all　at　once　the　arm　I　was　holding　had　a　drag　in　it　that　hadn't　been　there　before。　Out　of　the　corner　of　my　eye　I　could　see　Harry　Terwilliger　moving　up　to　cut　off　The　Chief's　retreat　if　Bitterbuck　all　at　once　decided　he　wanted　to　go　hard。

I　tightened　my　grip　on　his　elbow　and　tapped　the　inside　of　his　arm　with　one　finger。　〃Steady；　Chief；〃　I　said　out　of　the　corner　of　my　mouth；　no