Who but Tim had that ring in his voice?
Whose voice, if it was not his, could set my heart beating and swelling in my breast so that I could scarcely hold it?
Just now, however, I was hurried forward to the business of weighing anchor, and the lieutenant had gone aft to take charge of the helm.
In a minute or two the _Kestrel_ floated free on the water.

The sails spread out to the wind, the welcome splash of the bows proclaimed that we had way on us already, and the twinkling lights of Havre in the distance reminded us that France, land of terrors, was dropping astern at every pitch we took.
But the excitement of all this was as nothing to the echo in my ears of that voice in the dark..