"_Hola_, you fellows!" said the _patron_, "come this way.

His lordship, General Monk, has the generosity to pay us for our fish, and the goodness to give us hospitality for to-night." The fishermen gathered round their leader, and, conducted by Digby, the little troop proceeded towards the canteens, the post, as may be remembered, which had been assigned them.

As they went along in the dark, the fishermen passed close to the guards who were conducting the French gentleman to General Monk.

This gentleman was on horseback and enveloped in a large cloak, which prevented the _patron_ from seeing him, however great his curiosity might be.

As to the gentleman, ignorant that he was elbowing compatriots, he did not pay any attention to the little troop.
The aid-de-camp settled his guests in a tolerably comfortable tent, from which was dislodged an Irish canteen woman, who went, with her six children, to sleep where she could.