Let us go up now, my dear." Kate followed her father upstairs, and into the sick man's room.

With the approach of night he had grown worse, and was slightly delirious.

He did not know his father when he bent over and spoke to him.

He was tossing restlessly on his pillow, and muttering incoherently as he tossed.
"My poor boy! My poor Harry!" his father said, with tears in his-eyes.
"Misfortune seems to have marked him for its own.

Remain with him, Kate; I will go at once for Doctor Danton." Five minutes later the Captain was galloping towards the village hotel, through the gray, gathering dusk.