“Come with me, boy.”
Frank looked at him still, but his eyes were wistful now and full of question.
“I want you to come with me to the Prince.”
“Yes, sir,” said Frank gravely. “I want to beg for an audience before I go.”
“Before you go, Frank?”
“Yes, sir. Of course we cannot stay here now.”
“Humph! Ah, yes, I see what you mean,” said the captain quietly. “Well, come. You are half a soldier, Frank, and the Prince is a soldier, I want you to come and speak out to him, and apologise as you did to me—like a man.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Frank, “that is what I wished to do.”
“Then forward!” cried the captain. “Let’s make our charge, even if we are repulsed.”
“Good-bye, and thank you, doctor,” said Frank.