“What’s the matter?” inquired the young man, sitting up in bed. “Is the house afire?”
“No, no! But do come! I want you. Something has happened.”
“Happened? What is it?”
“I can’t tell you here. Please dress and come to me as quick as you can.”
Stephen, wondering and somewhat alarmed, dressed with unusual promptitude and obeyed. He found his sister standing by the library window, a letter in her hand. She looked troubled and anxious.
“Well, Caro,” observed the boy, “here I am. What in the world’s up now?”
“Oh, Steve!” she exclaimed, “he’s gone!”
“Gone? Who?”
“Captain Warren. He’s gone.”