"Yes. I gave your brother a priest; therefore it is your duty to provide one for me."
"But I have none," replied the sailor.
And he continued,—
"How do you expect to find a priest here on the open sea?"
The convulsive explosions of the battle sounded more and more distant.
"Those who are dying yonder have their priest," said the old man.
"I know it," muttered the sailor; "they have the chaplain."
The old man went on,—
"If you make me lose my soul, it will be a serious matter."
The sailor thoughtfully bent his head.