"You must wear it right over your heart," he said, "and you'll see there's not a bullet can get near it.

It's never been known for a bullet to go through a sucking fish.

Even if they come near, something in the air seems to send them aside.

It's God's truth." "But, Tom," I said, "how about you ?" "I've worn one here, sar, for twenty years, and you can see for yourself"-- and he bared the brown chest beneath which beat the heart that like nothing else in the world has made me believe in God.
And so we went spinning along, and, if only I had the gift of words, I could make such pictures of the islands we sailed by, the colours of the waters, the joy of our going--the white coral sand beaches and the big cocoanut palms leaning over them, and the white surges that curled along and along the surf reef, over and over again, running like children to meet each other and join each other's hands, or like piano keys rippling white under some master's fingers.
That night we made a good lee, and lay in a pool of stars, very tranquil and alive with travelling lights, great globed fishes filled with soft radiance, and dreaming glimmers and pulsating tremors of glory and sudden errands of fire.

Sailor and I stayed up quite late watching the wonder in which we so spaciously floated, and of the two of us, I am sure that Sailor knew more than I.
But one thought I had which I am sure was not his, because it was born of shallower conditions than those with which his instincts have to deal.