"I hear his footstep.

Oh, Spence, he is here, and will take us home!" The nurse listened, but heard only the moans of other sufferers, and thinking that this one had dreamed of his father's coming, tried to soothe him with hopeful promises.

Then, all at once, she uttered a little cry of joy, for at the far end of the long white ward she saw one of the house surgeons escorting a familiar figure.

In another minute Mr.Norris, seeming to bring with him a breath of bracing northern air, stood beside his son's cot.
"I thank God and you, Spence Cuthbert, that my boy is still alive!" he cried.

"And now, how soon can we take him north?
I have Van Kyp's yacht waiting out here in the harbor, and we can start at a moment's notice." "I believe I could go this very minute, dad," said Ridge, his voice already strengthened with hope and happiness.