wade; but turned at a slight sound.

The child had followed him and stood half-way down the ruins of the
breach, wistful, uncertain.

In a rage, as one threatens off an importunate dog, Sergeant Wilkes
waved an arm. The child turned and slunk away, back into San
Sebastian.




THE COPERNICAN CONVOY.



[The story is told by Will Fleming, of the Inner Temple,
Barrister-at-law, and sometime Cornet of the 32nd Troop of Horse in
the Parliament Army, then (December, 1643) quartered at Farnham, on
the Hants border.]


CHAPTER I.


I dare say that, since the world began and men learned to fight, was
never an army moderately prosperous and yet fuller of grumblers than
was ours during the latter weeks of November and the first fortnight
of December, 1643. In part the blame lay upon our general, Sir
William Waller, and his fondness for night attacks and beating up of