"What's the good of bringing it down," cried Parrington, who had thrown back to the wilds in his excitement.
"They're too far away," said Parrington, as the enemy's shell splashed into the waves far ahead of the line of gunboats.
Parrington went into his cabin, opened his desk, and searched through it with nervous haste.
Parrington was one of those who suspected Raffles, or, at all events, one who was in the secret of those suspicions.
It was, it must be, the window to which the intrepid Parrington had descended from the one above.
