Bracy was silent for a few moments before speaking.
“I should be sorry to see him go upon so dangerous a mission, sir; but if I had to select a lad in whom I should have perfect confidence, I should choose Private Gedge.”
“A very good selection, Bracy; but I want an officer.”
The young man stalled, and drew his breath hard.
“There is Andrews, or Elder, or Morrison,” continued the Colonel, “or Drummond, of Wrayford’s; but he is too volatile. Roberts would be a splendid fellow for the task, for, like Drummond, he is strong amongst ice and snow, and my messenger will have to take to the snow nearly all the way to save being stopped.”
“A wise plan, sir,” said Bracy eagerly; “one that should succeed.”
“I think it will; but my messenger will be face to face with death from the hour he starts, doubly facing it—from nature as well as man. But I cannot spare Roberts. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir; you wish me to volunteer.”
“Yes, Bracy,” said the Colonel, holding out his hand, which Bracy caught in both his. “God bless and protect you, my dear boy! I do.”
“Yes, sir,” said the young man firmly. “I’ll go.”