say. He shook like a leaf, and sitting suddenly down upon a
splint-bottom chair, he buried his face in his hands.

"Are you sure?" the doctor asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Sure," was the low reply. "Strange I didn't know him at first. But
it's him all right. And, say, doc, ye'll bring him around, won't ye?"
and the captain raised his eyes appealingly to his companion's face.

"I shall do all I can, captain, never fear."

"May the Lord bless ye, doc, fer them words. Isn't it lucky that ye're
here to-night? Jist think what the scouts have done. But fer them my
Jimmy would be lyin' out there in the storm. And, say, d'ye believe in
God?"

"Y-yes, I suppose so," was the somewhat doubtful response.

"But ye'll be sure now, dead certain, won't ye, doc?"

"Why? I don't catch the drift of your meaning."

"Ye don't? Why, that's queer, after what He's done fer my Jimmy. Who
else sent them scouts out there to bring my boy in but Him? And to
think that all of these years I've been scoffin' at Him and religion,
and then fer Him to do so much fer me and my Jimmy!"

The doctor knew not how to reply, and so continued his smoke, while the
captain sat nearby with bent head, deep in thought. The storm still
raged without, but there was silence in the kitchen, save for the