His brief career as a
medical man had already brought him into close touch with many strange
circumstances. He liked to ponder them over very carefully. But this
was altogether different, and as he sat there, he endeavoured to
imagine the life of the son who had gone from home years before, and
had returned in such a sad condition.
He was aroused by the captain's hand laid heavily upon his shoulder.
"It's him, doc! My God, it's Jimmy!" It was all the old man could
say. He shook like a leaf, and sitting suddenly down upon a
splint-bottom chair, he buried his face in his hands.
"Are you sure?" the doctor asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Sure," was the low reply. "Strange I didn't know him at first. But
it's him all right. And, say, doc, ye'll bring him around, won't ye?"
and the captain raised his eyes appealingly to his companion's face.
"I shall do all I can, captain, never fear."
"May the Lord bless ye, doc, fer them words. Isn't it lucky that ye're
here to-night? Jist think what the scouts have done. But fer them my
Jimmy would be lyin' out there in the storm. And, say, d'ye believe in
God?"
"Y-yes, I suppose so," was the somewhat doubtful response.
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