The old sailor and the young shook hands feelingly: the two soldiers followed suit.
"Don't forget you're a Black Borderer, my boy," said the Parson, one hand on the rifleman's shoulder.
"That I'll never, sir!" replied the little man, almost in tears.
Parson and Kit gripped hands: neither spoke.
Then the Parson ran up the ladder.
CHAPTER L
IN THE DRAIN
The little party of adventurers filed down into the dark.
Blob's lantern shone on the rusty iron door, streaked with damp, which barred the mouth of the drain.
It was very chill down there. Knapp was shivering as he played with the bolts. Blob, impassive as a jellyfish, was still sucking at his apple.