The janitor had gone in to put the church in order for the night and
hover about to find out what was going on in the session room. He never
told but he liked to know. The moon had gone under a cloud. Billy
slipped out of the car, and slid up the side path like a wraith, his
tired legs seeming to gather new vigor with the need. He gave a glance
of content up to the window. He was glad the bells were ringing, and
that she was there. He wished she knew what peril their friend
had been in last night, and how he was rescued and safe.

And then he sighted the stranger!

Who was that guy! Some sissy, that was sure! Aw gee!

He slid into the shadow out of sight and flattened himself against the
wall with an attentive ear to the door of the session room. He raised
himself by chinning up to the window ledge and got a bird's eye view of
the situation at a glance. Aw Gee! That old Hair-cut! He wished the
bells would stop. That sissy in there with her, and all these
here with Cart, and no telling what's up next? Aw gee! Life was
jest one--! He slumped his back to the wall and faced the parsonage.
Say, what were those two cars over there in front of the parsonage?
Say! That must be the guy, the rich guy! Aw gee! In there with
her! If he only hadn't put up that detour! Pat knew what he was
about after all, a little sissy guy like that--! Aw, gee! But
two cars! What did two cars mean?