John Race, in a quiet way, was as rejoiced as 'Siah, but dare not show it too openly, for fear of angering the soldiers, of whom he was in great dread. But as I put my head under the pump and swilled my face he brought me a stiff runner of brandy and would take no pay. And presently others of the company came a round me and pressed me to drink, and the little captain, who had watched us from the window, came down and urged me to take the King's shilling. "Faith," said he, "there's blood in you, man. I thought they put sizing in your veins, but it's blood after all." "Aye, my little tom tit," said 'Siah who had no reverence for dignities. "It's blood 'at wouldn't stand mastering by sich as thee. Tha' need'nt fluster thissen. Aw'm noan bahn to hurt thee. But if tha' can get any o' these felly's to back thee, aw'll be glad to feight the two on you. Will'nt one on yo' oblige me? Noa? Weel nivver mind, cap'n, aw'll happen come across thee in a year or twi when th'art full grown, an' if thi' mother 'll let thee, tha' may happen ha' a bang at me. Come, Ben, let's go back to yar wark. This is nobbut babby lakin!" And so, 'Siah bore me off, with colours flying. On our homeward way we had much scheming as to how I should account for my face, which began to puff and show divers colours. 'Siah was for telling the story as it was, but I had no mind that Mary's name should be mixed up in it. So we kept abroad the whole day and to my mother's great grief and my father's anger we presented ourselves late at night; 'Siah really, and myself feigning to be drunk. And Mary was so disgusted that she would scarce look at me, saying the sight of my face set her against her food. But towards the week end, Martha musts have got the secret from 'Siah and passed it on, for one night when I sat brooding by the fire, with no light but the glow of the embers, a light form stole softly behind my chair, and a pair of warm arms went round my neck and a tearful voice sobbed. "O! Ben, yo' mun forgive me. But aw'll never forgive missen."