well to say his prayers in bed. Accordingly, he crept quietly into his berth and lay down, but Jim Slagg, who was present, no sooner saw what he was about than he jumped up with a roar of indignation.
"What are you about?" he cried, "ain't you goin' to say your prayers, you white-livered electrician? Come, git up! If I 'm to fight, you must pray! D' ye hear? Turn out, I say."
With that he seized Robin, dragged him out of bed, thrust him on his knees, and bade him do his "dooty."
At first Robin's spirit rose in rebellion, but a sense of shame at his moral cowardice, and a perception of the justice of his friend's remark, subdued him. He did pray forthwith, though what the nature of his prayer was we have never been able to ascertain, and do not care to guess. The lesson, however, was not lost. From that date forward Robin Wright was no longer ashamed or afraid to be seen in the attitude of prayer.
