Then put your servant and mine in the hack with St.George's and your own luggage." "Capital idea!" cried Harry enthusiastically "I never thought of it! Attention company! Eyes to the front, Mr.Temple! You'll now remain on waiting orders until I give you permission to move, and as this may take some time--please hold on to him, father, until I get his chair" (they were already out on the landing--on the very plank where Harry had passed the night) "you'll go back to your quarters...

Here sir, these are your quarters," and Harry dragged the chair into position with his foot.

"Down with you...

that's it...

and you will stay here until the baggage and hospital train arrives, when you'll occupy a front seat in the van--and there will be no grumbling or lagging behind of any kind, remember, or you'll get ten days in the calaboose!" Pawson was on the curbstone, his face shining, his semaphore arms and legs in action, his eyes searching the distance, when the two vehicles came in sight.