“The Cecil.”
“Let us drive you there then,” she said.
During the drive Barry sat silent for the most part, listening to Phyllis talking excitedly and eagerly beside him, answering at random the questions which came like rapid fire from them all, but planning meanwhile how he should prolong these moments of bliss.
“How about supper?” he cried, as they arrived in the courtyard of the hotel. “Come in. I want you to; you see I have so much to ask and so much to tell Captain Fraser here, and three of my days are gone already. Besides, I want you to awfully.”
Mrs. Vincent looked at his face, which for all its brightness was worn and deep-lined, and her compassionate motherly heart was stirred.
“Of course we'll come. We want to see you and to hear about your experiences.”
“Oh, bully!” cried Barry. “I shall always remember how good you are to me to-night.”
He was overflowing with excitement.
“Oh, this is great, Neil. It's like having a bit of the old battalion here to see you again.”
While waiting for their orders to be filled at the supper table, Captain Neil turned suddenly to Barry and said, “What's all this about a train wreck and the gallant O. C. train?”