“Not more than it nips my prisoners. Now strap me to the wall. Why do you hesitate?”
“I don't know whether I am doing right, sir, you being a parson. Perhaps I shall have no luck after this.”
“Don't be silly, Evans. Volenti non fit injuria—that means, you may torture a bishop if he bids you.”
“There you are, sir.”
“Yes! here I am. Now go away and come in half an hour.”
“I think I had better stay, sir. You will soon be sick of it.”
“Go, and come in half an hour,” was the firm reply.
Our chaplain felt that if the man did not go he should not be five minutes before he asked to be released, and he was determined to know “what we are doing.”
Evans had not been gone ten minutes before he bitterly repented letting him go, and when that worthy returned he found him muttering faintly, “It is in a good cause-it is in a good cause—”
Evans wore a grin.