It seemed to me that Jock was a baby and I was his father.

You couldn't see any blood, and I fixed his hair so that it covered the hole in the forehead.

I remember I kissed him on the cheek, and then said a prayer--one that I'd got out of my father's prayer-book: 'That it may please Thee to preserve all that travel by land or by water, all women labouring of child, all sick persons and young children; and to show Thy pity upon all prisoners and captives.' Somehow I had got it into my head that Jock was going on a long journey, and that I was a prisoner and a captive." Gaston broke off, and added presently: "Perhaps this is all too awful to hear, but it gives you an idea of what kind of things went to make me." Lady Belward answered for both: "Tell us all--everything." "It is late," said Sir William, nervously.
"What does it matter?
It is once in a lifetime," she answered sadly.
Gaston took up the thread: "Now I come to what will shock you even more, perhaps.

So, be prepared.
I don't know how many days went, but at last I had three visitors--in time I should think: a Moravian missionary, and an Esquimaux and his daughter.

I didn't tell the missionary about Jock--there was no use, it could do no good.