He suddenly turned and beckoned to his friends to 321 join them. They came smilingly forward, for they suspected what it meant.
Captain Dawson rose to his feet, and, without speaking extended his single arm toward his child. With a glad cry she flew into his embrace and pillowed her head on his breast. No one spoke, but there was not a dry eye among the spectators, while the silent embrace lasted.
Finally the daughter was released and then the captain reached his hand toward his son-in-law, who eagerly stepped forward and grasped it.
“Yes, lieutenant, we have drunk from the same canteen,” he said, “and now let’s all go home.”
And it was accordingly so done.
THE END