“What is it, my boy?”
“Pardon me, if I seem abrupt, uncle,” Houston answered, “but every moment is precious in saving a life unspeakably dear to each of us.”
Mr. Cameron looked startled; Houston continued:
“You have been like a father to me all these years, and I have felt toward you as a son, but to-day I have the joy of bringing you to the one, who holds in your heart, and always will hold, precedence even over myself.”
“Everard, my boy!” exclaimed Mr. Cameron, in tones vibrating with suppressed emotion, “what is it? Speak quickly, do not keep me in suspense,”
“My dear uncle,” said Houston very tenderly, “the lost is found.”
Mr. Cameron sank, nearly overcome, into the nearest chair, while his face grew deathly white.
“Guy?” he gasped, looking upward at Houston.
“Yes,” said the latter brokenly.
The strong man covered his face with his hands, while his powerful frame shook with emotion.