He held up his hand.
'Steady!' he cried; 'I'll take your sixty seconds.' 'Good!' said Attwater.
The captain shut his eyes tight like a child: he held his hands up at last with a tragic and ridiculous gesture.
'My God, for Christ's sake, look after my two kids,' he said; and then, after a pause and a falter, 'for Christ's sake, Amen.' And he opened his eyes and looked down the rifle with a quivering mouth.
'But don't keep fooling me long!' he pleaded.
'That's all your prayer ?' asked Attwater, with a singular ring in his voice.
'Guess so,' said Davis.
So ?' said Attwater, resting the butt of his rifle on the ground, 'is that done?
Is your peace made with Heaven?
Because it is with me.

Go, and sin no more, sinful father.

And remember that whatever you do to others, God shall visit it again a thousand-fold upon your innocents.' The wretched Davis came staggering forward from his place against the figure-head, fell upon his knees, and waved his hands, and fainted.
When he came to himself again, his head was on Attwater's arm, and close by stood one of the men in divers' helmets, holding a bucket of water, from which his late executioner now laved his face.

The memory of that dreadful passage returned upon him in a clap; again he saw Huish lying dead, again he seemed to himself to totter on the brink of an unplumbed eternity.

With trembling hands he seized hold of the man whom he had come to slay; and his voice broke from him like that of a child among the nightmares of fever: 'O! isn't there no mercy?
O! what must I do to be saved ?' 'Ah!' thought Attwater, 'here's the true penitent.'.