The boy had half risen to his elbow.
"Well done!" he cried with blazing enthusiasm. Then he remembered where he was, and dropped.
No man had heard. The Grenadiers like himself were busy watching the doings in the creek. A murmur of applause rose from among them.
"Bravo, Monsieur le Général! Hein! Canaille!"
In the creek all was quiet again now. The flame of mutiny was quenched; the Gang had resumed their work; and the Gentleman was wiping his blade upon his sleeve.
CHAPTER LXVI
BUGLES
I
In the loft the Parson was patting the shoulder of the lad now panting beside him.
"Another notch to the Navy," he said…. "What news, boy?"