Charlotte M. Yonge,
A Modern Telemachus
“ Runaways, eh? Where d’ye hail from?’‘Scottish! British!’ panted out Arthur, unable to utter more, faint, giddy, and astounded by the cheers around him, and the hands stretched out in welcome. He scarcely saw or understood.‘Queer customers here! What! a child! Who are you, my little man? And what’s this? A Moor! He’s hit—pretty hard too.’This brought back Arthur’s reeling senses in one flash of horror, at the sight of Tam, bleeding fast in the bottom of the boat.‘O Tam! Tam! He saved me! He is Scottish too,’ cried Arthur. ”
