"Go on; but of course you don't expect me to acknowledge all these charges," replied Cantwell, with one of his most savage sneers.
"Do as you like about that; I was only telling you why the fellows are prejudiced against you. You talk and act superciliously to your ship mates, and they don't like that sort of thing. I don't, for one."
"I am sorry you don't."
"Do you like a fellow that treats you with contempt?"
"Of course not; but that's what my shipmates do to me."
"In self-defence, perhaps, they do. I suppose every fellow has his faults, except me. I don't know that I have any," replied Scott, with one of his telling smiles.
"You don't?"
"No; do you suppose you have any, Mr. Cantwell?"
"I suppose so; but not so many as most of my shipmates, I know."
"Exactly so; you admit the little things, so as to deny the big ones."