"All right. I have got thirty boxes!"
"Hurrah!" the doctor shouted, waving his hat over his head. "We will meet you at the New Mole.
"That is something like a boy, Gerald!"
"It is all very well for you," Captain O'Halloran said. "You are not responsible for him, and you are not married to his sister."
"Put yourself in the way of a cannonball, Gerald, and I will be married to her a week after--if she will have me."
His companion laughed.
"It is all very well, Teddy; but it is just as well, for you, that you did not show your face up at the house during the last three days. It is not Bob who has been blamed. It has been entirely you and me, especially you. The moment she read his letter, she said at once that you were at the bottom of it, and that it never would have entered Bob's mind to do such a mad thing, if you had not put him up to it; and of course, when I came back from seeing you, and said that you admitted that you knew what he was doing, it made the case infinitely worse. It will be a long time before she takes you into favour again."
"About an hour," the doctor said, calmly. "As soon as she finds that Bob has come back again, with the fruit; and that he has as good as saved the lives of scores of women and children; she will be so proud of him that she will greet me as part author of the credit he has gained--though really, as I told you, I had nothing to do with it except that, when I saw that Bob had made up his mind to try, whether I helped him or not, I thought it best to help him, as far as I could, to get away.
"Now, we must get some porters to carry the boxes up to your house, or wherever he wants them sent.
"Ah! Here is the governor. He will be pleased to hear that Bob has got safely back."