Ha. And by that Time I suppose the Trees seem'd to walk too?
Thr. How this Man guesses every Thing! But St. Christopher was the Saint I most depended on, whose Picture I had always in my Eye.
Ha. What in your Tent?
Thr. We had drawn him with Charcoal upon our Sail-cloth.
Thr. Then to be sure that Christopher the Collier was a sure Card to trust to? But without jesting, I don't see how you can expect to be forgiven all these Villanies, unless you go to Rome.
Thr. Yes, I can, I know a shorter Way than that.
Ha. What Way is that?
Thr. I'll go to the Dominicans, and there I can do my Business with the Commissaries for a Trifle.
Ha. What, for Sacrilege?
Thr. Ay, if I had robb'd Christ himself, and cut off his Head afterwards, they have Pardons would reach it, and Commissions large enough to compound for it.