Chapter 22 No.22

"Ay marry, let me have him to sit under;

He's like to be a cold soldier."

Falstaff.

Barnstable lingered on the sands for a few minutes, until the footsteps of Dillon and the cockswain were no longer audible, when he ordered his men to launch their boat once more into the surf. While the seamen pulled leisurely towards the place he had desi