THE PLANK CAPONIER
Kit was in the cellar stripping his belt and cartridge-pouch from
Blob's Grenadier.
As he rose from his knees Piper hailed him.
"Mr. Joy callin you, sir."
The boy ran up the ramp. The old man, handling his musket, was peering through the Northward loop-hole.
"What is it?"
"Summat up yonder, sir."
The boy raced up the ladder.
The Parson was at the dormer looking towards the Downs, shimmering now in the fair evening.
"What's the meaning of this?" he said, pointing.