He begged Powell to understand that if Captain Anthony chose to strike a bargain with Old Nick to-morrow, and Old Nick were good to the captain, he (Franklin) would find it in his heart to love Old Nick for the captain's sake.

That was so.

On the other hand, if a saint, an angel with white wings came along and--" He broke off short again as if his own vehemence had frightened him.

Then in his strained pathetic voice (which he had never raised) he observed that it was no use talking.

Anybody could see that the man was changed.
"As to that," said young Powell, "it is impossible for me to judge." "Good Lord!" whispered the mate.