I suppose seeing a thoroughly white man made it impossible to keep my trouble to myself.

Words can't do it justice; but since I've told you so much I may as well tell you more.Listen.This morning on board, in my cabin I went down on my knees and prayed for help.

I went down on my knees!" "You are a believer, Morrison ?" asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect.
"Surely I am not an infidel." Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer, and there came a pause, Morrison perhaps interrogating his conscience, and Heyst preserving a mien of unperturbed, polite interest.
"I prayed like a child, of course.

I believe in children praying--well, women, too, but I rather think God expects men to be more self-reliant.
I don't hold with a man everlastingly bothering the Almighty with his silly troubles.

It seems such cheek.