In the road at the foot of the garden a sergeant stepped out of the shadow and saluted him.
The Earl gave a muttered order.
"Where is my horse ?" he asked.
"A little up the road, my lord.

The orderly is walking him up and down to keep him warm." The Earl nodded and walked on.

A hundred yards farther he came up with them, and, climbing into the saddle, trotted off towards Harwich, the orderly at his heels.
At the Cock and Pye Stairs a boat was waiting.

He dismounted and, giving his horse over to the orderly, stepped on board and was rowed swiftly out towards the harbour, where the lights of the squadron flickered and its great hulls brooded over the jet-black water.
As the boat crossed under the tilted stern and high, flaming lanterns of Rear-Admiral Rooke's ship, the _Foresight_, the sentry on deck sang out his challenge.
It was answered.

The boat dropped alongside and the Earl climbed upon deck.