D'ri swam out and gave me his belt-end, hauling us in.
I got to my feet soon. My father came up to me, and wiped a cut on my forehead.
"Damn you, my boy!" said he. "Don't ever interfere with me in a matter of that kind. You might have been hurt."
We searched the island, high and low, for the ladies, but with no success. Then we marched our prisoners to the south channel, where a bateau—the same that brought us help—had been waiting. One of our men had been shot in the shoulder, another gored in the hip with a bayonet, and we left a young Briton dead on the shore. We took our prisoners to Paleyville, and locked them overnight in the blockhouse.
The channel was lighted by a big bonfire on the south bank, as we came over. Its flames went high, and made a great, sloping volcano of light in the darkness.
After the posting of the guard, some gathered about my father and began to cheer him. It nettled the veteran. He would take no honor
