He looked like a right good fellow.

But, well--_c'est la guerre!_ And I know he wouldn't have chosen a finer grave than the bottom of the Atlantic, where he's sleeping now.
"By the way, how did Alden come out?
Much hurt, was he?
I know, of course, he didn't go back to the sick-bay.

So he couldn't have been badly wounded, or he would be--" "The Arabs have a saying, my dear fellow," dryly answered the Master, "that one ear is worth ten thousand tongues.

Ponder it well!" The major's look of astonishment annoyed the Master, even while it hurt him.

He took scant pleasure in rebuffing this old friend; but certainly "Captain Alden" would not bear discussing.