Determined to prevent discussion, I elbowed him aside, and bent down over the fastenings of the Jesuit.
"Enough of this," I said sternly, barely glancing at Cairnes.

"Keep the rest of your Puritanical sermonizing for a conventicle.

We have here a fellow-Christian to be rescued from the savages; this is no time to jangle over creeds." "A fellow-Christian! I hold no fellowship with such; he is but an emissary of a false religion, a slave to the Evil One." "Enough, I say," and I rose to my feet fronting him.

"I care little which is right in doctrine, you or he.

Here is a man begging aid of us in extremity.