“Oh, how soon shall we go to Washington?”
“By the first train after we land. Of course, you know, we did expect to spend a few days in New York, but this news has altered all our plans, and we shall go on immediately to Washington.”
“To-morrow? Early to-morrow?”
“No, to-night! So that we may be in the city to-morrow morning!”
“Then,” said the quaint little being, “I must bear the suspense as well as I can and trust in the Lord.”
“And, in the meantime, remember, my dear, as your uncle said, we have every reason to hope and expect that Roland is safe on board the Argente. Being already a prisoner on board the blockade runner, he could not have been in the sea fight, and, therefore, he could have been neither killed nor wounded. If taken prisoner by the Eagle, among the rest, he must soon have told the story of his capture, and he must have been recognized by his friend Le, and released and brought home in honor.”
“Yes,” said Rosemary, in her grave, demure way, “I think that is very probable.”
“And we are going to Washington to find both our lads, Le and Roland.”
“Oh! Lord grant it!” fervently exclaimed Rosemary, clasping her tiny hands and lifting her light blue eyes.
Mr. Force turned to look at his daughter Odalite.