The elements certainly appeared favorable to their wishes, and the wind blew steadily from the desired quarter, so that it was not until ten days after they were expected that the two transports which were to convey the Twenty-eighth to America dropped anchor in Cork harbor.
Captain O'Connor rejoined the regiment on the evening before the transports arrived.

He walked with two sticks, but this was a measure of precaution rather than of necessity.
"I feel like an impostor," he said, laughing, as he replied to the welcome of his comrades.

"I believe I could safely throw away these sticks and dance a jig; but the doctor has laid his commands on me, and my man, who has been ruling me with a rod of iron, will not permit the slightest infringement of them.

He seems to consider that he is responsible for me in all respects, and if he had been master and I man he could not have behaved with grosser despotism." "I am glad to see you looking so well, O'Connor," Ralph said, shaking his captain warmly by the hand.
"I don't know whether I do right in shaking hands with you, Conway," O'Connor said.

"I have been thinking it over while I have been lying there, and I have come to the conclusion that it's you I have to thank for this affair altogether." There was a general laugh.