Houston, when he was able to speak, told him, very briefly, of his meeting with Jack, of their association, and the strange bond of sympathy and affection between them, of Jack’s devotion, and how at last, he had been enabled to recognize him.
Controlling himself with a mighty effort, Mr. Cameron rose, saying:
“Take me to him.”
Opening the door connecting the two rooms, Houston signaled to those within to leave the room, then led the father into the presence of the son whom he had so long mourned as dead.
Mr. Cameron walked to the bedside, and looked long and earnestly upon the white face, drawn with pain, but still beautiful, and bearing to a great extent, the imprint of his own features; then as he tenderly clasped the hand lying upon the sheet, he murmured brokenly, between great, tearless sobs:
“It is he, my boy, my son! Thank God, it is not too late!”
CHAPTER XLVII.
There was a long consultation between the physicians and surgeons following a careful and thorough examination of their patient, before the rendering of their decision.