“Yes; Lieutenant Kendal has told us the whole story this morning. But what has become of Tynan? What is to be done with him? Poor lad! he’s had a harder time than you, Ted.”
“Yes,” Ted slowly answered, “I know he has. I’m sorry for him, and I don’t know what has become of him. I don’t think that Sir John has been hard upon him. Perhaps he’s been able in some way to give him another chance. Sir John was very kind to me.”
“They say he is stern, but I’ve never found him so.—— Well, father, here’s the innocent victim of conspiracy, righted at last, and let off on condition that he won’t do it again.”
Colonel Woodburn and his host had entered the verandah. They congratulated Ted, and Mr. Moncrief added:
“You’ll have tiffin with us, Mr. Russell? Make yourself at home here while you stay in Lahore.”
“You’re very good, Mr. Moncrief, but I’m leaving in a few hours. I’ll stay to lunch, though, thanks!”
“That’s right. Where are you going, then?”
Ted related the offer made to him by Sir John, and expressed his delight at the prospect. He had come to say good-bye.
“Colonel Boldre is a very nice man,” Ethel said meditatively. “Father knows him well. I suppose you’re an ensign no longer, then? I am glad to meet you, Lieutenant Russell.”
Ted laughed.