“There is no God but God, and Mohammed is his Prophet,” was the answer, and from his tone Master Leigh could not be sure that he did not mock.
“That’s a heathen creed,” said he in fear and loathing.
“Nay, now; it’s a creed by which men live. They perform as they preach, which is more than can be said of any Christians I have ever met.”
“How can you talk so upon the eve of death?” cried Leigh in protest.
“Faith,” said Sir Oliver, “it’s considered the season of truth above all others.”
“Then ye don’t believe in God?”
“On the contrary, I do.”
“But not in the real God?” the skipper insisted.
“There can be no God but the real God—it matters little what men call Him.”
“Then if ye believe, are ye not afraid?”