But you--you are all words, a charnel-house of dead men's bones." Had he been free I might have rued my hasty words, for his eyes were hot with anger, and he strained fiercely at his bonds in effort to break free.

Yet I felt safe enough beyond the sweep of his great arm, rejoicing that my tongue was sharp enough to penetrate so thick a hide, and make the man squirm beneath his outer vestment of piety.
"You speak falsely," he bellowed, nearly beside himself.

"Satan puts those foul words upon your lips tempting me to do evil." "Nay; the words are true," I went on, determined to drive him by taunts.

"They are neither foul nor false, and right glad I am to discover your real character even at this eleventh hour.

I make no loud boasting of my religion, dinning it into the ears of all I meet as if I were the only righteous man on earth, but I do thank God from the depths of my heart I have never yet basely deserted a friend in time of trouble.