The two officers climbed in at the tail of the hindmost brake, and
the drivers waved their whips for a cheer, which was given. As the
procession started, all on board waved their caps and broke out
singing. They were Cornish-men and knew no music-hall songs--"It's a
long way to Tipperary" or anything of the sort. Led by a fugleman in
the first brake, they started--singing it in fine harmonies--

"He's the Lily--of the Valley,
O--my--soul!"

So the first batch of men from Polpier were rattled through the
street and away up the hill. The crowd lingered awhile and
dispersed, gossiping, to Church or Chapel.

Nicky-Nan, seated on the parapet of the bridge, unfolded the blue
paper which the young officer had thrust into his hand. He was alone
and could study it at leisure.

It was headed by the Royal Arms, and it ran as follows:--

R.V. 53.
Actual Service Form.

From To
The Registrar of Naval Reserve, Royal Navy Reserve Man,
Port of Troy. NICHOLAS NANJIVELL,
Polpier.

NOTICE TO MEN OF ROYAL NAVAL RESERVE TO JOIN THE ROYAL NAVY.