“Shall I ride over for the doctor, sir?”
“No. Send up your master.”
The lad went down quite sulkily, and delivered his message, while Colonel Forrester smiled at his son.
“Well, Fred,” he said, “I suppose you see now?”
Fred’s answer was cut short off by the heavy step of the landlord, who came up with a sympathising look in his face, and seemed eager to serve.
“The young gentleman’s not worse, sir, I hope.”
“You are sorry for him, then?” said the colonel, quietly.
“Sorry for him, sir? Why of course I am.”
“As sorry as you were for the young prisoner he brought by here.”
“Oh yes, sir, I was sorry for him, too; but he was not wounded.”