Blob, cuddling in the corner, shook his head cunningly.
"Oi've had them," he said. "Three pennorth of em," pointing to the little pile of coppers at his side.
"I'm giving him a penny apiece for each Gang-er he gets, and twice the money for a Frenchman," the Parson explained. "It stimulates effort," he added, prim as a pedagogue, but with twinkling eye. "And now, Kit, your story."
CHAPTER XLVI
THE PARSON'S STORY
Swiftly the boy told his tale.
"But for you and the soldiers," he ended….
"There were no soldiers," answered the Parson curtly.
"What, sir!—I thought!—some men in shakos behind the bank—the men
Knapp brought."
The Parson ground his teeth.