Then a priest containeth a man, and is a man, and something over--viz, his priesthood?
Jack (who saw whither this would lead).

I suppose so.
Frank.

Then, if a priest show himself no man, he shows himself all the more no priest?
"I'll tell you what, Master Frank," says Jack, "you may be right by logic; but sharks aren't logic, nor don't understand it neither." Frank.

Nay but, my recalcitrant Jack, my stiff-necked Jack, is it the part of a man to howl like a pig in a gate, because he thinks that is there which is not there?
Jack had not a word to say.
Frank.

And still more, when if that had been there, it had been the duty of a brave man to have kept his mouth shut, if only to keep salt water out, and not add the evil of choking to that of being eaten?
"Ah!" says Jack, "that's all very fine; but you know as well as I that it was not the Spaniards I was afraid of.