BOOK II
BEACHY HEAD
I
THE GAP GANG
CHAPTER XX
THE LAST OF A BRITISH SEAMAN
I
The dawn-wind blowing chilly on the boy's skin roused him.
All night he had slept like a child far from the world and its terrible distresses. The weary body had brought peace to the worn mind. The two had merged in sleep, neither demanding aught of the other except to feed and to refresh.
He was coming to himself with a sore throat and a shiver.