“Captain Smith!” Joseph Mitchell had been running for hours. Despite the beginning of the winter frost, beads of sweat furrowed the dirt on his face and created dark patches under his armpits.
“Yes, Mitchell?” Smith looked up from the deck of Maid of Kent, where he had been altering the rake of the masts.
Maid of Kent“William Holden’s coming, Captain,” Mitchell gasped, holding onto the rail for support. “And he’s bringing an army with him.”
“I wondered when he would act,” Smith said quietly. He’s been gathering his men while I’ve been caring for Bess. “How big an army?”
He’s been gathering his men while I’ve been caring for Bess. ““About two hundred men, Captain Smith, maybe more. He’s got a company of horsemen and a whole mod of batsmen on foot. They’ve crossed the frontier from Susse
