They awoke with the sound of music in their ears, and Miss Lucy said, "It's Captain Ward--and the other boys, serenading us." They heard the high tenor voice of Watts McHurdie and the strong clear voice of Ward rising above the accordion and guitar:-- "For her voice is on the breeze, Her spirit comes at will, At midnight on the seas Her bright smile haunts me still." And underneath these high voices was the gruff bass voice of Gabriel Carnine and the baritone of Jake Dolan.

And when Mrs.Barclay heard the piping treble of her son, and the tinkle of his guitar, her eyes filled with tears of pride.
The serenaders waked the chickens, and the crowing roosters roused Mrs.Barclay, and in the hurry of the hour she forgot to look for her son.

As "the gray dawn was breaking," a hundred men came into the room, and found the smoking breakfast on the table.

It was a good breakfast as breakfasts go when men are hungry.

But they sat in silence that morning.