But he's getting on in years, is dad.

He don't go out with the luggers now.

You'll come and see him, eh, sir ?" "To-morrow," said Merefleet, turning.

"He will remember me, perhaps.
No, I won't give you my name.

The old chap shall find out for himself.
Good-night." And he began to saunter back towards his hotel.
The searchlight of a man-of-war anchored outside the harbour was flashing over the shore as he went.