"Confound it, Merwyn! don't you see I'm winged? You will even have to cut my food for me as if I were a baby."
"Very well, you dictate and I'll write. By the way, I have a note for you in my pocket."
Strahan seized upon it and forgot his breakfast. Tears suffused his blue eyes before he finished it, and at last he said, "Well, if you HAD found me in some hospital this would have cured me, or else made death easy."
Merwyn's heart grew heavy, in spite of the fact that he had told himself so often that there was no hope for him, and he thought, "In the terrible uncertainty of Strahan's fate she found that he was more to her than she had supposed, and probably revealed as much in her note, which she feared might reach him only when death was sure."
The glad intelligence was despatched, and then Merwyn said: "After you have breakfasted I will send you down in my coupe."
"You will go with me?"
"No. There is no reason why I should be present when Miss Vosburgh greets her friends. I remained last night by request, that I might be better informed in prosecuting my search."
Strahan changed the subject, but thought: "She's loyal to her friends. Merwyn, with all his money, has made no progress. Her choice will eventually fall on Lane, Blauvelt, or poor little me. Thank Heaven I gave the Johnnies the slip! The other fellows shall have a fair field, but I want one, too."
Before they had finished their breakfast Blauvelt came tearing in, and there was a fire of questions between the brother-officers.
Tears and laughter mingled with their words; but at last they became grave and quiet as they realized how many brave comrades would march with them no more.