in the Lord's. Eternal Light. He looked up at the repeated sounds of a car horn. Headlight beams crisscrossed the yard with dust hanging in the light shafts; there were voices now and the laughter of grown men out for a good time, the men from the cars yelling toward the ones coming across the pasture. Out of the darkness somebody called, "Hey, Son, you up there?" He hesitated. "Waiting for you boys!" Now he set a grin on his face, relaxed it, and set it again, ready to greet them as they came into the light. Then he was shaking E. J. Royce's hand and E. J. was saying, "Son, where you been keeping yourself?" "I been right here all the time." "I know you have--I mean how come you haven't been down to see us?" "You know how it is." "Sure, up here drinking your own whiskey. Well, a man makes it as fine as you do, I can't say as I blame you." Mr. Baylor gave E. J. Royce a sharp-pointed elbow pushing between him and the man next to him. He waited as Son nodded, then said, straight-faced and solemn as he could, "Son Martin, we have reason to believe you are presently engaged in the manufacture and commercial sale of intoxicating liquor in violation of the Eighteenth Amendment of the United States Constitution.
