Let the Lord judge between you and me.

He knows best how to make His judgment manifest." He bowed his head awhile, as if overcome by the awful words which he had uttered, almost in spite of himself, and then stepped slowly down from the stone, and passed through the crowd, which reverently made way for him; while many voices cried, "Thank you, sir! Thank you!" and old Captain Willis, stepping forward, held out his hand to him, a quiet pride in his grey eye.
"You will not refuse an old fighting man's thanks, sir?
This has been like Elijah's day with Baal's priests on Carmel." Campbell shook his hand in silence: but turned suddenly, for another and a coarser voice caught his ear.

It was Jones, the Lieutenant's.
"And now, my lads, take the Methodist Parson, neck and heels, and heave him into the quay pool, to think over his summons!" Campbell went back instantly.

"No, my dear sir, let me entreat you for my sake.

What has passed has been too terrible to me already; if it has done any good, do not let us break it by spoiling the law." "I believe you're right, sir: but my blood is up, and no wonder.