"I thought I saw you pouching it," Corp ventured to say.
"Boatswain!"
"I mean," explained Corp hurriedly, "I mean that I kent you would find a wy. Didest thou kill the Jacobite rebel?"
"He lies but a few paces off," replied Tommy, "and already the vultures are picking his bones."
"So perish all Victoria's enemies," said Ben the Boatswain, loyally, but a sudden fear made him add, with a complete change of voice, "You dinna chance to ken his name?"
"Ay, I had marked him before," answered Tommy, "he was called Corp of Corp."
Ben the Boatswain rose, sat down, rose again, "Tommy," he said, wiping his brow with his sleeve, "come awa' hame!"