The Parson hugged it between both his own, and turned, dumb still.
CHAPTER LXXXVIII
THE ADVENTURER
The dusk began to shroud them.
Beneath them the Parson was climbing out of the creek, making for the mouth of the drain.
"That's a dear man," said the Gentleman. "He's so English—true as steel, and thick as mud."
He rolled his head round. Kit caught the ghost of the old gay twinkle in his eyes.
"Shall I tell you a secret?"
"Yes."
"What d'you think was in those powder-barrels?"