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Nelson was calling him, and he should not call in vain. Over the crest stormed the leading Grenadier, monstrous-seeming against the sky. Kit fired at the man's cross-belts. Down the shingle the fellow sprawled, whether dead or alive, wounded or whole, Kit knew not till he splashed into the water, and lay still in the flop of the tide. Behind him came the smugglers.