"My cousin thought he came from Philadelphia," said Marion. "But wait until I call my mother and Jack."
Marion ran off without delay, but failed to find either Mrs. Ruthven or our hero, both having gone to town to purchase something at Mr. Blackwood's store.
"Da will be back afore supper time, Miss Marion," said one of the servants, and with this she had to be content.
"My folks have gone away," she said to George Walden. "As soon as they come back I will bring them to you. I hope you can prove your words."
"I am sure I can prove them," answered the wounded soldier.
"Jack does not like this Dr. Mackey in the least, and the idea of being compelled to recognize the man as his father is very repulsive to him."
"I don't blame the boy. For myself, I hate the doctor—he is so rough to the wounded placed in his care. He treated one of my chums worse than a dog, and I came pretty close to having it out with him in consequence."
"He doesn't look like a very tender-hearted man."
"He doesn't know what tenderness is, Miss Ruthven. I would pity your brother if he had to place himself under Dr. Mackey's care."
"We won't give Jack up unless the courts make us. My mother is firm on that point."