like this. He must know where they were going--get addresses by which to
find them. He had no plans but what could be easily changed. Seeing
Europe without Lucy Strong would be a dull, profitless excursion.
Chester's thoughts ran along this line, when Lucy appeared again. The
color had left her face.

"Father is very sick," she said to Chester. "He seems in a stupor. I
can't wake him. Will you find the doctor?"

"I'll get him," he said. "Don't worry. We'll be down immediately."

Chester and the doctor found Lucy rubbing her father's hands and
forehead, pleading softly for him to speak to her. The doctor after a
hurried examination, said there was nothing serious. A nervous
break-down of some kind only--no organic trouble--would be all right
again shortly.

"But doctor, we get off at Queenstown," explained Lucy.

"Well, I think you can manage it. By the time you are ready to leave, he
will be strong enough. This young man seems able to carry him ashore, if
need be. Are you landing also," he asked of Chester.

"Well--yes."

Lucy looked at the young man, but said nothing. The doctor promised to
bring some medicine, then left.

"But Mr. Lawrence--" began Lucy.