"He wun't trouble no more."
The old man leant his reeking musket against the wall, and took up his
Book tranquilly.
CHAPTER XLV
THE PARSON AT HOME
I
A clap of thunder, followed by a monstrous hissing overhead, awoke Kit from dreams of blackberrying with Gwen in the dew-white dawn.
He started up.
"What's that?" he cried, seeking his mind.
"The privateer barking good-bye, sir," came old Piper's voice from across the room. "She's stood in with the tide, and had a slap with her bow-chaser. Now she's going about."
The memories swooped back on Kit; Nelson, the despatches, the swim in the dark.