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This seemed to me, I own, an enterprise of much danger, for we were near the French coast, and might easily fall in with a French frigate, or even a squadron of the enemy's vessels. But the prize was exceedingly valuable, and Captain Cawson was no more unwilling than any other English seaman to run a certain risk.
It was the same old smile, simple and companionable, as if he were of their own age and one of them. All in a rush it took them back to old Camp Merritt. "Doctor Cawson," he said, just above a whisper. "Did he come too? He'd like to see me now, eh?" "No, he didn't come, boss," said Warde; "but Pee-wee's coming. I guess he stopped to do a good turn. Better?"
From which it may be concluded that Vetch was by no means a favorite with the crew of the Dolphin. From Dilly I learned that the Dolphin had suffered severely in the engagement. A third of the crew had been killed or wounded: Captain Cawson himself was dead.
We ran up to windward of her, and Captain Cawson, keeping the port broadside trained on her in case of treachery, sent an armed boat's crew in charge of the first mate to take possession of her. I was not among those who were told off for this duty, but the fever of adventure had got such a hold upon me that I was hungry to take a share in what was toward.
Nurses with silent tread, moved in and out of the apartment. An auto horn could be heard tooting somewhere in the distance. But Warde and Roy were in Hicksville, North Carolina. Warde was the first to speak. Modest, as he always was, he now uttered a thought which had lingered in his mind for many days. "Now I know why he said 'Doctor Cawson," he observed quietly. "He belongs in the south.
Even Roy seemed to have lost his corklike buoyancy. And for Pee-wee, he could only sit gazing across the fire at Blythe with a kind of fearful fascination. Different, but equally intent, was the almost steady gaze of Warde Hollister. Roy noticed this; others noticed it. Perhaps the only one who was quite at ease was the "boss" himself. "I'll tell you what Doctor Cawson did to-day," he said.
But I was struck with mingled indignation and dismay when I saw the Dolphin crowd on all sail and bear away northwards, leaving us to our fate. I thought it a scurvy action on the part of Captain Cawson, and Dilly could not persuade me that he could have done us no good by remaining. But the mate was not a whit discomposed.
He halted a moment, then with a "What are you prating about, turnip head?" he turned on his heel and walked away. Joe, in a great rage, was for springing after him, but I caught him by the arm and begged him to let the matter rest. "Snatch my bowlines!" he cried, in a tone reminding me of Captain Cawson; "he'd better 'ware of running across my course.
It did occur to Roy, as odd thoughts do come in tense moments, how pleased and content Blythe would be could he but know that "Doctor Cawson" was in attendance. His faith in scout first aid was so great, so flattering.... They made sure that his back was not broken and that his heart action was not dangerously weak.
"My left heel, the scar's there now." "I know," Roy said. This was the first time that their queer friend had ever spoken of his early life. He smiled again, that pleasant, companionable smile. "How did you know?" he asked. "I tell us about it," Roy said. "I stepped on a scythe in the hayfield. I thought I told Doctor Cawson." "No, you never told him," said Warde, gently.
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