The Parson rose.
He gripped the old man's hand.
Blob he patted on the back.
"Kit," he said, and, drawing the boy towards him, kissed him.
CHAPTER LXIX
THE PARSON'S SORTIE
I
"Time!" came the stern voice from without.
The Parson slammed back the last bolt with a clang, and whipped up his sword.
"Ready?"