I
A bosun's whistle sounded.
On hands and knees the lad crept along the tilted deck past the old
Commander.
"That you, Mr. Caryll?" came a husky voice. "I canna see over plain."
The old man had not moved, but one eye had opened and was glaring up from under the eaves of his cocked hat.
"Yes, sir."
"Are they coomin?"
Kit threw a glance seaward.
"The frigate's piped her boats away, sir."
The old man's head, still forward on his breast, did not move; he did not seem to breathe. All of him was dead save that little eye, cocking up at the lad from under the tilted hat.