"Jack, I say, Jack" (hurriedly), "if you drink this you shall be a captain."
Jack heard, and when Dick raised him up, he drained the glass.
"But Roy, Dick, he's a captain?"
"Roy shall be promoted too," replied Dick.
And just then the captain left the other bed and came over to Jack. Dick could see Mrs. Treves bending over Roy, and the nurse leaving the room. He looked up and saw that there were actually tears in the captain's eyes. He had never seen a soldier cry before, and guessed what had happened. Roy had indeed been promoted. He would never again "play soldiers" with Jack or Dick.
Jack was now sleeping quietly, and the doctor, who came in an hour later, pronounced him out of danger.
"Goodbye, my boy. We thought you'd like Roy's watch as you were fond of him," said the captain next day; and then Mrs. Treves not only shook hands, but stooped and kissed him.
Dick flushed, muttered some incoherent thanks, and went off to the station.
Dick reached school in time for the cricket-match, after all; but, fond as he was of cricket, he absented himself from the ground that afternoon, and spent the time printing off some photos of "two kids," as a chum rather scornfully remarked.