He sat down under the yew-tree, and Tom Stook came round from the lodge.
"A good look-out, Master Jasper."
"No wonder you could see the lights, Tom. What time do they show them up yonder?"
"Must have been nigh on midnight when I've seen 'em afore."
"That means three hours' sentry work. Have you had your supper?"
"No, I ain't."
"You go in and get it. I'll keep a watch here. If it should come to a scuffle, Tom, are you ready to see it through?"
Stook scratched a meditative chin.
"Sure, Master Jasper, so long as it be'unt with Sussex folk."
"You don't mind beating a Frenchman?"