Again in those days there was with him a great crowd, and they had nothing to eat, then saith he, his learning-knights being called together, I pity this crowd for that they abide with me three days and have nothing to eat.

As long as I had seen Mr Holdsworth in the rooms at the little inn at Hensleydale, where I had been accustomed to look upon him as an invalid, I had not been aware of the visible shake his fever had given to his health.

They instead sought out a place of refuge, somewhere familiar with a blankie and a mug of hot cocoa.

Whing, whing, went the Spaniard's shot, like so many humming-tops, through the rigging far above their heads. . .