“Yes, despatches. Letters.”
“Only my pocket-book,” said the Doctor.
“Got it, sergeant,” said one of the men.
“Nothing else?”
“No, sergeant; not that I can find.”
“Perhaps they’re hidden upon the boy. Like enough.”
Phil soon found that it was vain to resist, and he had to suffer being roughly searched.
“Eh? What’s that?” said the sergeant.
“Says he wants to be taken to his father.”
“Yes, I want to go to my father, to tell him Dr Martin has been taken prisoner by English soldiers.”