All these thoughts crowded into the young officer's mind as he paced up
and down in the stillness of the night, disinclined to turn in. He was
startled from his reverie by a voice beside him.
"So you have really decided to come with us to-morrow?" It was Mr.
Cameron who spoke. "Ye know, lad, the steamer is not one of the fine new
liners. I doubt she's rather antiquated, and as I told ye yesterday, she
is a sort of ambulance ship, as one may say. She is bringing home a good
many invalided officials and officers left at the hospital here by other
ships. It seems a queer place to spend our honeymoon in, and I offered
my bride to wait for the next steamer, which won't be for another
fortnight or three weeks, and what do you think she said? 'Let us go;
we may be of use to those poor things!' That's the sort she is."
"She looks like that," said Captain Wylie, heartily. "I should like to
go with you," continued the young man. "Since I have decided on the step
I told you of, I cannot remain away a day longer. I saw the mate of the
_Minerva_ yesterday, and secured my cabin. He says they have more
invalids than they know what to do with. I believe there are no nurses,
only one stewardess and some cabin boys to wait on us all."
The night grew chill, and after a little more talk the older gentleman
went in, but the younger one continued pacing up and down near the lake,
till the rosy dawn had begun to light up the summits.
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