One who knew him did.
"All's well."
"Except your musket, I expect. Let's see it. You know my voice?" It had dropped with the question.
"I do."
"I suppose you thought I didn't recognize you?"
"I didn't know."
"Well, I did, and had you put on this picket on purpose to get a word with you; but don't you raise your voice any more than I'm raising mine," whispered Devenish in one breath, with a louder comment on the condition of the rifle in his next. "What are you doing here?" he added in his strenuous undertone. "When did you land in England?"
"The last morning of September."
"So it made you enlist."
"The same night."