And the man who had made a man could not explain, for he was crawling about on the floor, counting the nails in the boards and laughing wildly.
IN THE LOWER PASSAGE.
IN THE LOWER PASSAGE.
WE were sitting on the deck of the “Empress of India,” homeward bound for Southampton. I was returning on a six months’ leave from hospital duty in Calcutta, and the Colonel was retiring from his post in the northern provinces, where he had served with credit for over fifteen years. He had resigned suddenly a month before. His resignation had been refused, whereupon he immediately gave up everything to his second in command, and took the next steamer home, for a year’s stay, according to the belief of the home government, but with a private resolution never to return.