Volume Three—Chapter Twenty One.
From Prison to Prison.
“Morton,” said Claire hoarsely, as she returned to where her brother was waiting, “are you still strong at heart?”
“Strong? Yes,” he cried. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take me to Fred.”
The young officer started, but he drew a long breath and rose erect.
“Come along,” he said. “Colonel Lascelles will give me an order to see him. But, Claire darling, can you bear to meet him now?”
“My own brother? Morton, could I stay away from you if sickness or a wound had laid you low?”
“Come,” he said abruptly; and, taking her arm, he led her along the parade on their way towards the barracks.