“I shall apply for a survey in due form; there is not much question of the incapacity of a man who can not stir a step, nor stand upright; and go home next packet.”
“And the ship?”
“Ah, dear old Erratic. I have, I suppose, taken my last
leave of her. Thank my men, Duncan; thank them from me, for their zeal and care. I fear I shall never see them again, nor hear their farewell cheer as I go over the ship’s side for the last time.”
He turned his face a little more toward his pillow, and whispered something about Hilary, which Maurice did not catch.
However things were ordered somewhat differently.
The next day, Maurice hurried to the hospital, with a face in which various feelings contended strongly, though pleasure might be seen flashing up amid pain.
“What has happened?” inquired the senior, as he saw his countenance.
“I shall go home with you, after all,” said Maurice; “I am promoted!”
“Ah! how glad I am, my dear fellow, I wish you joy; promoted! how?”