“Only a scratch or two, sir,” said Hilary piteously, for he felt very weak and quite overcome as he handed his papers.
Just then he became aware of the presence of a plainly-dressed gentleman, to whom the admiral, with great deference, handed the captured despatches. He opened them—Hilary’s first.
“Yes,” he said, “a clear case; all blank. Now for the others.”
As he opened the packet he uttered a cry of joy.
“This is news indeed. My young officer, you have done more than you think for in capturing these. Captain Charteris, instantly—marines and sailors, you can take them all.”
“Yes, young man,” continued the stranger, “this is a proud day for you. It is a death-blow to the Pretender’s cause. You have done great things.”
“In the King’s name—hurrah!” cried Hilary feebly, as he waved his hat; then he reeled and fell heavily upon the floor.