The other smiled.
"Trust Nelson," he said.
III
They cast off.
The slow and stately frigate began to draw away.
As she slid past, the boys fending her off, and the Parson already composing himself at the bottom of the boat, Nelson leaned over the side.
"Thank you," he said, and swept off his cocked hat.
Then he turned.
The boys could see him no more. But that shrill voice, so familiar now, twanged above them.
_"Now, my lads! I'll ask you to give three cheers for the crew of the Kite. Hip! hip!—"