"Would have been but for that shot of yours," said the Parson, laying his burthen on the bed.
He leaned up against the wall, and panted, his good red face dripping.
"First round to England—eh?" he grinned.
BOOK III
FORT FLINT
I
BESIEGED
CHAPTER XLIV
THE ENGLISHMAN
All was dark within the kitchen of the cottage.