Please dress and come to me as quick as you can." Stephen, wondering and somewhat alarmed, dressed with unusual promptitude and obeyed.

He found his sister standing by the library window, a letter in her hand.

She looked troubled and anxious.
"Well, Caro," observed the boy, "here I am.

What in the world's up now ?" She turned.
"Oh, Steve!" she exclaimed, "he's gone!" "Gone?
Who ?" "Captain Warren.

He's gone." "Gone?
Gone where?
Caro, you don't mean he's--_dead_ ?" "No, he's gone--gone and left us." Her brother's expression changed to incredulous joy.
"What ?" he shouted.