prisoner, and should be sent back to Dartmoor! And now the Company
is disbanded, and I have no one to send as escort."

"Monsieur also forgets that my parole expired a fortnight since, and
that my service from that hour has been a service of love!"

M. Trinquier did not return to Dartmoor. For it happened, one dark
night early in the following February, that Mr. Fugler (now restored
to health) set sail for the island of Guernsey upon a matter of
business. And on the morrow the music-master of Dieppe had become
but a pleasing memory to the inhabitants of the Two Looes.

And now, should you take up Mr. Thomas Bond's _History of East and
West Looe_, and read of the Looe Volunteers that "not a single man of
the Company died during the six years, which is certainly very
remarkable," you will be not utterly incredulous; for you will know
how it came about. Still, when one comes to reflect, it does seem an
odd boast for a company of warriors.



MY GRANDFATHER, HENDRY WATTY.


A DROLL.

'Tis the nicest miss in the world that I was born grandson of my own
father's father, and not of another man altogether. Hendry Watty was
the name of my grandfather that might have been; and he always
maintained that to all intents and purposes he _was_ my grandfather,