"He is quite well now," she said, in a hushed voice.
For a minute Roy gazed at her, with horror and doubt dawning in his dark eyes, then snatching the letters out of her hand he rushed out of the room; and seizing hold of Dudley in the hall he exclaimed almost frantically:
"Dudley, something awful has happened to Rob, let us get away from the house and read these letters."
He held them tightly in his hand, and would not let Dudley take them from his grasp, till they reached the beach.
Then sitting down and leaning against an old weather-beaten rock, Roy, with trembling fingers, first unfolded Rob's letter to himself.
"MY DEAR MASTER ROY:
"We are going up to the mountains to-morrow
to fight. The men say it will be stiff
work, driving an old chief from his stronghold.
Some of them don't like it, but I am