"Is that the doctor?"
Jessie replied:
"No, Papa! It is Mr. Fordham."
Instead of welcoming him, the sick man looked heavenward, and his lips moved in prayer. Only the daughter who had crept nearest to him, interpreted the burden of his thanksgiving.
"Lord! now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace!"
When he moved, it was in an effort to hold out his arms to the returned voyager.
"Roy! dear, dear son!"
Roy took the emaciated hands in his, with one answering word.
"Father!"
"Leave us for a little while, my children!" said the dying voice. "We have much to say to one another, and the time is short!"