"I do it when I can get it," he said.
"You speak like an educated man."
"I am pretty well educated."
The priest laughed shortly.
"What's that bruise on your cheek?"
"I was in a street fight, yesterday, father."
"Oh, this is ridiculous!" he said. "Where did you come from last?"
Frank paused a moment. He was very hot and very tired.... Then he spoke.
"I was in prison till Friday," he said. "I was given fourteen days on the charge of robbing a child, on the twenty-sixth. I pleaded guilty. Will you help me, father?"
If the priest had not been still half stupid with sleep and indigestion, and standing in the full blaze of this hot sun, he might have been rather struck by this last sentence. But he did have those disadvantages, and he saw in it nothing but insolence.