"At any rate you can say more than most of us, for you have been actually inside the place."
"And shall be again, if you will only wait another month!" cried McKay.
But the doctors laughed at him when he talked like this.
"You will not be able to put your foot to the ground for three months or more, and then you must make up your mind to crutches for another six."
"I shall not see the next attack, then?"
"No; but you will see England before many weeks are gone. We are going to send you home at once."
"But I had much rather not go—" began McKay.
"It's no use talking; everything is settled."
And so it came to pass. The good ship Burlington Castle, Bartholomew Faulks, master, having filled up its complement of invalids and wounded men, including Captain Stanislas McKay, steamed westward about the middle of July.