CHAPTER LXXIX
IN THE CABIN AGAIN
Kit was in the gun-room, the centre of a group of rosy-faced lads, eagerly questioning.
He could not eat; he could not answer.
"Caryll, the Admiral wants you."
The boy rose and went, trembling.
In the door of the cabin stood the Parson, his blue eyes very kind.
He put a hand on the boy's shoulder, and drew him in.
"Lord Nelson," he said, "I believe this is the most gallant lad in either
Service."
The great captain came towards him. The boy saw him through a mist.