"Ah, well! five be it."
He took out his watch, and sat on the wall with dangling legs.
CHAPTER LXVIII
THE BLESSING
I
"I must have a word with Piper."
The Parson was down the ladder in a flash.
The old foretop-man, humming his hymn in the eternal twilight, turned.
"Well, sir?"
"You've heard, Piper?"