How plainly it all came back as he sat there in the forest shades, with the glowing sunbeams that flashed through the leaves and burnished the silvery-green of the great bracken fronds, seeming like the swords that glittered under the tropic sky, and the gleaming armour that the stout adventurers wore when they made way for him to crawl to his father's side. That pale, stern face lit up--how well he remembered it!--and one feeble hand was raised to be laid upon his head, as with his dying breath the smitten captain, one of Elizabeth's adventurous spirits, who fought the Spaniards under the English flag, half raised himself and cried-- "Brave lads--God's will--this is your captain now!" And then, as he flung himself wildly upon his father's breast, there was a loud hurrah, for the fighting-men and crew flashed their swords over his head, and swore they would follow him to the death. Over _his_ head, for he was alone upon the deck with the dead. How it all came back--his long illness--Wat Kilby's constant care--how he was brought home, and their ship ascended the little river--how he was taken to Roehurst, to gradually win his way back to health and strength; and then there were the happy days he had spent with little Mace as his playfellow till he rejoined the ship, and was hailed by those on board as their very captain, under whom nominally, but with Wat Kilby as their head, they had sailed to east and west, trading, fighting when Spaniards were in the way, till he had really taken the helm, and led the unquiet spirits who had always chafed at the rule of James, their dislike culminating in hatred after they had joined in Raleigh's luckless venture and returned. Then had come a long time of quiet trading--the ship they sailed bearing to other shores year after year the produce of the Roehurst forges, and bringing back the old founder's needs; sulphur from Sicily or Iceland; Chinese salt, as they called it-- saltpetre--from the east. And now after all these years, when the captain's love for his little playmate had grown into the strong, absorbing passion of a man for the woman of his heart, he was suddenly called upon to give her up. The day wore on as Gil sat there thinking! the wood-pigeons set up their mournful coo-coo, coo-coo, heedless of his presence; the blackbirds that swarmed in the low coppices, where the trees had been cut down, uttered their alarm-notes, and then came and hunted out the wild cherries close at hand; and at last, as here and there the bright lamps of the glow-worms were lit, the rabbits came out to frisk and feed, so still and thoughtful was the occupant of the glade. "No," he said at last, "I will not. My life has been, rough, but I cannot blame myself for that; and I will not. I cannot give her up. Mace, my darling, if I knew that by never seeing you again I should add to your happiness, I would bear the suffering like a man. As it is, Master Cobbe, I must go against your will."