He returned instantly, and met Campbell leaving the room.
"I have news of Vavasour," whispered he.

"I have a letter from him.
Bowie, order me a car instantly for Bangor.

I am off to London, Claude.
You and Bowie will take care of my things, and send them after me." "Major Cawmill has only to command," said Bowie, and vanished down the stairs.
"Now, Claude, quick; read that and counsel me.

I ought to ask Scoutbush's opinion; but the poor dear fellow is out, you see." Claude read the note written at Bangor.
"Fight him I will not! I detest the notion: a soldier should never fight a duel.

His life is the Queen's, and not his own.