“Well,” said Frank, “I guess I am big enough to take my medicine without crying. But I wish something might be done for Miss Beulow.”
“And I,” replied Jack. “But cheer up. It may not be as bad as we think. Besides, I suppose we shall go into action to-night. After the battle, we can manage to get hold of the Alto in some manner, and matters can be explained then.”
“If it’s not too late,” exclaimed Frank fearfully.
“It just can’t be too late,” replied Jack.
Half an hour later Frank stood before Lord Hastings.
“The first thing I want to impress upon you,” said Lord Hastings, “is the necessity of obedience and discipline. Those qualifications are essential.”
“I am sorry I acted as I did, sir,” replied Frank, “but I was greatly wrought up. I apologize, sir!”
Lord Hastings’ manner underwent a sudden change.
“I know you were, my boy,” he said, “and I forgive you. I don’t know but that I should have done the same when I was no older than you are. But I have learned with age.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied the lad.