I fear from what I hear that he is fatally injured, and that there is but little hope.

Get your hats, my boys, and I will walk home with you at once." There were but few words exchanged during that dismal walk, and these were addressed by Mr.Porson to Ned.
"Try to calm yourself, my boy," he said, putting his hand on his shoulder, which was shaking with the boy's efforts to keep down his convulsive sobs; "try and nerve yourselves for the sake of your father himself, of your mother, and the little ones.

The greatest kindness you can show to your father new is by being calm and composed." "I will try, sir," Ned said as steadily as he could; "but you don't know how I loved him!" "I can guess it, my boy; for I, too, lost my father when I was just your age.

God's ways are not our ways, Ned; and be sure, although you may not see it now, that he acts for the best." A little crowd stood gathered near the door.

They were talking in low tones of the gallant way in which the crippled officer had sacrificed himself to save the child.