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 But the wretched Sam was off at a bolt, faster than a police pursuit would have sent him, while Josh guffawed joyously. To be "rotted" by Father Sturt was the true Jago terror, but to the Jagos looking on it was pure delight. Theft was a piece of the Jago nature; but at least Father Sturt could wither the pride of it by such ridicule as the Jago could understand.

"There—he's very bashful for a sportsman, isn't he, Josh?" the vicar proceeded. "But you must come and see the club at once. You shall be a member."

Josh spent near an hour in the new buildings. Father Sturt showed him the club, the night shelter, the church, and his own little rooms. He asked, too, much about Josh's intentions for the future. Of course, Josh was "going to look for a job." Father Sturt knew he would say that. Every Jago had been going to look for a job ever since the vicar first came to