“What’s that? a fatalist?” said Davis.
“O, it’s a fellow that believes a lot of things,” said Herrick; “believes that his bullets go true; believes that all falls out as God chooses, do as you like to prevent it; and all that.”
“Why, I guess I believe right so myself,” said Davis.
“You do?” said Herrick.
“You bet I do!” says Davis.
Herrick shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you must be a fool,” said he, and he leaned his head upon his knees.
The captain stood biting his hands.
“There’s one thing sure,” he said at last. “I must get Huish out of that. He’s not fit to hold his end up with a man like you describe.”
And he turned to go away. The words had been quite simple; not so the tone; and the other was quick to catch it.
“Davis!” he cried, “no! Don’t do it. Spare me, and don’t do it—spare yourself, and leave it alone—for God’s sake, for your children’s sake!”