"Has he been wounded? He is well again, isn't he?"
"He is quite well now," she said, in a hushed voice.
For a minute Roy gazed at her, with horror and doubt dawning in his dark
eyes, then snatching the letters out of her hand he rushed out of the
room; and seizing hold of Dudley in the hall he exclaimed almost
frantically:
"Dudley, something awful has happened to Rob, let us get away from the
house and read these letters."
He held them tightly in his hand, and would not let Dudley take them
from his grasp, till they reached the beach.
Then sitting down and leaning against an old weather-beaten rock, Roy,
with trembling fingers, first unfolded Rob's letter to himself.
"MY DEAR MASTER ROY:
"We are going up to the mountains to-morrow
to fight. The men say it will be stiff
work, driving an old chief from his stronghold.
Some of them don't like it, but I am
ready. I am a better writer now, I hope, so
want to tell you what I never have yet. I do
thank you with all my heart for being so kind
to a homeless lad and taking him in and giving
him a happy home. And I thank you
much more for teaching him to read and write
and giving up your playtime to get him on.
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