"'Tis Master Ormerod."
I could hear the blows on the door at the end of the companionway.
"Hasten, man! We can't wait for ever."
"And ye won't put me in a livery-shuit?" he pressed
"Not I."
He jumped without a word, and we hauled him, dripping, into our midst.
CHAPTER XXIV
HOME
A chorus of yelping certified to the invasion of the main cabin, but its note of triumph was changed to consternation as Silver's bloodhounds discovered that their bird had flown.
"Gone!"