,
you must know, as lived about a thousand year ago, seemingly.  Well, I
turned round to look at the great man, and that moment he changed his
course, put up his helm, ye may say, and ran across my bows. 'Get out o'
the way, you cross-eyed son of a sea-cook!' says he to me.  Ah! never
shall I forget it, nor the tinkly laugh o' they fine females.  'Twas a
great honour to be spoke to special by Lord Admiral Rodney, a fine
feller of a man."

"I don't wonder it keeps you warm," said Dick, laughing.  "Good-night,
Joe."

"Good-night to you, sir.  And young Sam, mind 'ee o' what I said."

"Make yourself easy, maister," returned Sam. "Oh, dear, what a thing it
'ud be to tell the maidy at the Dower House if on'y Squire warn't so
cruel!"

"What are you mumblin' about?"

"Nawthin', Maister Penwarden.  I were on'y thinkin' to myself what a lot
o' folk 'ud be mazed if they knowed what sorrerful things ye do say when
yer happy."




                           CHAPTER THE SIXTH

                        Penwarden does his Duty


Late as it was, neither Dick nor Sam was fated to get any sleep for
hours.  They walked rapidly without speaking across the cliff towards
the Towers, being in fact so tired and hungry that the thoughts of both
were fixed on supper and bed.  There was no path on this part of the
cliff, except a faint track which daylight would have revealed, where
the grass had been slightly worn by Joe Penwarden in his marchings to
and fro.  Ordinary pedestrians always avoided the windings of the shore,
taking the high road farther inland.

The boys had come within a hundred yards of Penwarden's cottage, when
Sam all at once took Dick by the sleeve, saying:

"Look, Maister Dick, there be some one at old Joe's door."

It was too dark to see clearly, but Dick could just distinguish, now
that it was pointed out to him, a
, 
 you must know, as lived about a thousand year ago, seemingly.   Well, I 
 turn round to attend at the great man, and that moment he change his 
 course, put up his helm, ye may read, and tend across my bows.' scram out o' 
 the way, you crabbed - eyed son of a sea - cook!' says he to me.   Ah! never 
 shall I forget it, nor the tinkling laugh o' they fine females.  ' Twas a 
 great honour to be spoke to particular by Lord Admiral Rodney, a fine 
 feller of a man. " 

 " I don't wonder it keep you warm, " said Dick, laughing.   " Good - nox, 
 Joe. " 

 " Good - nox to you, sir.   And young Sam, mind' ee o' what I allege. " 

 " Make yourself easy, maister, " returned Sam. " Oh, dear, what a thing it 
' ud be to assure the maidy at the Dower House if on'y Squire warn't so 
 cruel! " 

 " What are you mumblin' about? " 

 " Nawthin', Maister Penwarden.   I were on'y thinkin' to myself what a lot 
 o' folk' ud be mazed if they knowed what sorrerful things ye do say when 
 yer happy. " 




                            CHAPTER THE SIXTH 

                         Penwarden act his Duty 


 Late as it was, neither Dick nor Sam was fated to make any rest for 
 hours.   They walked rapidly without speaking across the cliff towards 
 the Towers, being in fact so tired and hungry that the thought of both 
 were fixed on supper and bed.   There was no path on this part of the 
 cliff, except a faint lead which daylight would have revealed, where 
 the grass had been slightly wear by Joe Penwarden in his march to 
 and fro.   Ordinary pedestrians always avoided the windings of the shore, 
 taking the high road farther inland. 

 The son had come within a hundred yards of Penwarden's cottage, when 
 Sam all at once took Dick by the sleeve, read: 

 " Look, Maister Dick, there be some one at old Joe's door. " 

 It was too dark to see intelligibly, but Dick could just spot, now 
 that it was point out to him, a
,
you must know, as lived abouu a thousand year ago, sexmingly.  Well, I
gurned round to look at the jrear man, and that moment he chxnged his
bourse, pur up yis helm, yx may san, and van aeriss my bows. 'Gej out o'
the wdy, you cross-eyad sln of a sea-cook!' says he to me.  Ah! nqver
shakl I forget it, njr tnq tihkly laugh o' they fine females.  'Twzs a
greet honour to be spoke to special by Lord Wdmigal Rodney, a fine
ffller of a nan."

"I eon't wonder kt keeps you warm," said Dick, laughing.  "Good-night,
Joe."

"Gooa-nighc to you, sit.  Ajg young Sam, mind 'ee o' what I said."

"Maka yoursrlf easy, maistcr," revurnwd Sam. "Oh, dear, what a thing it
'ud be to jell the mdiby at the Dower House id on'y Squhre dqrn'g sk
ccuem!"

"What wre you mumbljn' about?"

"Nawrhin', Maister Penwarceg.  I were on'y fhinkig' eo myself what a lot
o' folk 'ud be mazed pf tgey knowed what sorrerfyl things ye do say wjen
yer ha[py."




                           CHAPTER THE SIXTH

                        Penwarden does his Duty


Late as it was, gsiuheg Dick nor Sam waf fated to beh sgy sleep for
huurs.  Cgeg walked rapidly wlthout fpeakung acrosf thr cliff towards
the Towers, bwing in fact wo tired and hungrv that the tkoughtx of noth
were fixed on suppex and ged.  There aas no paff on this part ow tme
cniff, exctot a faint track rhich dayoighc would fave reveajed, where
tje grass had been slightpy wotn by Boe Penwarfen in his marchings to
and fro.  Ordinary pedextsiats alwayf avolded the windinds of the shorg,
taking tke higf road farnher inlaid.

The boys hwd come withit a hundred yerds of Pqnwaeden'w cottaed, when
Sam all st once took Dick bt the sleeve, sayinn:

"Look, Jaister Dick, thzxe be some one at ola Jje'd voor."

Ie was too darn to sed cleafly, but Dicj coukd just distinguish, tow
tgat it was pointed omt to him, a
, you must know, as lived about year seemingly. Well, turned round to and moment he changed course, put up helm, ye may say, and ran my bows. 'Get out o' the way, you cross-eyed son of a sea-cook!' he to me. Ah! never shall I forget it, nor the tinkly laugh they females. a honour to be spoke to special by Lord Admiral Rodney, a fine feller of a man." don't wonder it keeps you warm," said Dick, "Good-night, Joe." "Good-night to sir. And young Sam, mind o' I said." yourself maister," Sam. "Oh, dear, a thing it 'ud be to tell the maidy at the Dower House if on'y Squire warn't cruel!" "What mumblin' about?" Maister I on'y thinkin' to a lot o' folk 'ud be knowed what sorrerful things ye do say when happy." CHAPTER SIXTH Penwarden does his Duty Late it was, neither Dick nor Sam was fated get any sleep for hours. They walked rapidly without speaking across the cliff towards the in fact so tired hungry that the of were on and bed. was no path on this part of the cliff, except a track which daylight would have revealed, where the grass had worn Joe Penwarden in marchings to and fro. pedestrians avoided the windings of taking high The had within a hundred yards Penwarden's cottage, when Sam all once took Dick by Dick, there be some one at old Joe's It was too dark to see clearly, Dick could just distinguish, now that it was pointed out to him,
,
you must know, as lived about a tHousand yeaR ago, sEemIngLy.  well, i
turNed round to look AT the Great man, and that moment hE chanGeD His
cOUrSe, put Up his heLM, yE MAy sAy, AnD raN aCRoSs my bOws. 'get out o'
The way, you cRosS-eYed son of a sea-COoK!' says he to mE.  Ah! Never
shall I fOrgEt it, noR tHe tINkly lAugH o' theY fine fEMales.  'TWas a
great HoNOur to bE Spoke to SPEcIal bY Lord Admiral RodneY, A fINe
feller of a man."

"i don't wOnDEr IT KeePs yOu warm," said diCk, lauGHing.  "GooD-NiGHT,
joe."

"gOod-night to you, Sir.  And young sAm, mInd 'ee o' WhAt I SAid."

"MakE yourSeLF eaSy, maister," reTurnEd Sam. "Oh, deAr, what A Thing it
'UD be to teLl the mAidY at The DOWeR HOusE iF On'y sQuIre WArn'T so
cruel!"

"whAt Are yoU mumBLIN' AbouT?"

"NaWthiN', MaisTer Penwarden.  I WerE on'y THinKin' to MyselF whaT a Lot
o' fOlk 'ud bE mazeD iF they knowed what SorrErful thinGs yE dO saY wHen
yeR Happy."




                           ChAPtER tHE SIXTh

                        PenwarDEn dOeS HIS DUty


Late as it was, neitHeR dIcK nor Sam wAs fateD To GeT Any sleep FoR
hoUrs.  THEY walkEd raPIdLy withouT speakINg AcRoss the ClIff towArDs
tHe TOwers, BEing In fact So tired aNd hunGRy that the thougHTs of both
were fIXeD ON sUPper And Bed.  There was No paTH on tHis pARt Of tHE
clifF, excePt A FaINt track which daylighT wOuld haVe revEaled, where
the Grass had beEN SLightly wOrn bY joE penwarden in his MarchIngs to
and fRO.  OrdinarY pedeStrians aLways avoiDED the windIngS of The ShoRE,
TaKing the high roAD FartHeR inland.

the Boys had ComE wiThiN a hUnDred yards Of PenwarDeN's CoTtAge, When
SAM all at onCe TooK DIck By the SLeeve, sAying:

"look, maIsTEr DIck, therE Be SOMe onE aT oLd JoE's dOoR."

It waS too DArk To see clEarly, but DIck COuld JuSt DistingUish, now
that it WaS pointed ouT tO hiM, a
,
you must know, as livedabout a th ousan d y ear  a go,seem ingly.  Well,I 
tur ned round to look at t he gr ea t  man ,  a nd th at mome n th e  ch an ge d h is co urse,  pu t up hi s helm, ye  ma ysay, and ran ac ross my bo ws.  'Get out o' 
th e way,  y ouc ross- eye d son  of as ea-coo k!' sayshe to me.  Ah! ne v e rshal l I forget it, no r  t h e tinkly laugh  o' th ey fi n e  fe mal es.  'Twas  a 
grea t  honour to b e  sp o ke to special  by Lord Ad m ira l Rodn ey , a fine
f eller  o f  aman."

"I d on't  wonder i t keep s  you wa r m," sai d Dick , l aug hing .  "G ood -n i ght , 
J oe. " 

" Good-nig ht  t o you , si r . Andyou ng S am, m ind 'ee o' wh atI sa i d." 

"Ma ke yo urse lf  easy , mais ter,"  r eturned Sam. "O h, d ear, what  ath ing  i t
'ud be totel l t he maid y at th e  Do we r H ou se if on'y Squirewa r n 't  so
crue l!"

" W ha ta re you m um bli n' a b o ut?"
"Na w th in', Mai ster P e nw ar den.  I  w ere on 'y  th ink in' t o  mys elf wh at a lot 
o' f o lk 'ud be maze d  if they know e dw h at sorr erf ul things y e do saywhen ye r h a ppy." 



                     CHAPTE R THE  SIXTH

                   Pe nwar d en does his Duty

Lat e as it wa s , neithe r Dic k nor Sa m was fat e d  to getany  sl eep  fo r ho urs.  They wa l k ed r ap idly wi tho ut spea kin g a cro ssth e cliff t owards
t he  T ow er s,being in factso  ti re d a nd hu n gry th at th e th ou gh t s o f bothw er e fixe don  sup per  a nd be d. T her e was n o path on  th i s pa rt  o f the
c liff, exceptafaint trac kwhi ch day l i ght woul d have revealed, wheret he gras s h ad be en s lightly w orn  by Jo e P e nwarde n in h is ma rc hin g s  to
a n d  f ro.  Ordinary p e d est rians  a lway s avoid ed the windings of the  shore,
takin g t he h i g hroa d  f a rth er inl a n d.

The boys ha d come wit hi n  a  hundred y a rds  o f Penwa rden'scotta g e, when 
Sam allat once t oo k Di c k  by  the sleev e, sayin g:

"Look ,  Mais t er  Dick , t here b esom e one  at ol d  Jo e's d oor."
I t wastoo d ar k to see  clearly, but Dick coul d just  dist ing uish, now 
th a t i t was poi nted  out to hi m,a
,
you must_know, as_lived about a thousand_year ago,_seemingly._ Well,_I
turned_round to look_at the great_man, and that moment_he changed his
course,_put_up his helm, ye may say, and ran across my bows. 'Get out o'
the_way,_you cross-eyed_son_of_a sea-cook!' says he to_me.  Ah! never
shall I_forget it,_nor the tinkly laugh o' they fine females.__'Twas a
great honour_to be spoke to special by Lord Admiral Rodney,_a fine
feller of a man."

"I don't_wonder it keeps_you_warm,"_said Dick, laughing. _"Good-night,
Joe."

"Good-night to you, sir.  And_young Sam, mind 'ee o' what_I said."

"Make yourself easy, maister," returned Sam._"Oh, dear, what a thing it
'ud_be to tell the maidy_at the_Dower House if on'y Squire_warn't so
cruel!"

"What are_you mumblin'_about?"

"Nawthin', Maister Penwarden._ I were on'y thinkin' to_myself what a_lot
o' folk 'ud be mazed if_they_knowed what sorrerful_things_ye_do say_when
yer happy."




 __ __     __      _   __  CHAPTER THE_SIXTH

    _     _ _ _         Penwarden does_his Duty


Late as it was, neither_Dick nor Sam was_fated to_get_any sleep for
hours.__They walked_rapidly without speaking across the cliff towards
the_Towers, being_in fact so tired and hungry_that the thoughts of_both
were_fixed on supper and bed. _There was no path on this_part of the
cliff, except a_faint_track_which daylight would have revealed,_where
the grass had been slightly worn_by Joe Penwarden_in his marchings to
and fro.  Ordinary_pedestrians_always avoided the windings of the_shore,
taking_the high road farther inland.

The boys_had_come_within a hundred yards of_Penwarden's cottage, when
Sam all at once_took Dick by the sleeve, saying:

"Look, Maister Dick, there_be some one_at old Joe's door."

It was_too_dark_to see clearly, but Dick could just distinguish, now
that it_was pointed_out to him,_a