"From your reference to Forster, I gather that you were among the prisoners taken at Preston and transported to Virginia." "In the Elizabeth and Anne of Liverpool, _alias_ a bit of hell afloat; the master, Captain Edward Trafford, _alias_ Satan's first mate," quoth the other grimly.
He stooped to the bench where lay the debris of the coast and mountains he had been lately building, and picked up a small, deep shell.

"My story is short," he began.

"It could be packed into this.

I was born in the island of Mull, of my father a chieftain, and my mother a lady.

Some schooling I got in Aberdeen, some pleasure in Edinburgh and London, and some service abroad.