"Plenty o killing, you know, Blob," said the Parson slyly.
Blob rippled off into roguish laughter.
"Oi'll coom," he said. "Mate, pudden and killin—that's what Oi loike."
II
Nelson stood at the gangway.
"Good-bye, Kit. I shall hope to have the pleasure of your company aboard the Victory when I sail."
Kit tried to thank him, failed, and went over the side.
"Good-bye, Harry."
The two old friends stood eye to eye, hand to hand, the great sea wide about them and the lugger bobbing beneath.
"Good-bye, Nelson," said the Parson, and added, "Good luck."