"What is to be done with him now?" asked the general.
"We must get him on board ship—to-night, if possible; but how?"
"We will carry him every inch of the way," said one of the bandsmen of the Royal Picts. Young Wilders was idolised by the men.
"It is three miles to the sea-shore: a long journey."
"They can march in two reliefs, four carrying, four resting," said McKay.
"You must be very careful," said the surgeon.
"Never fear! We will carry him as easy as a baby in its cot," replied one of the soldiers.
"Yes, yes! you can trust us," added McKay.
"Are you going with them?" asked the general.
"I should like to do so, sir."