Ralph, lad, you go to bed, and sleep all day.

I am doctor enough to insist to your father that you are not to be disturbed.

I must go up to the Black Tor at once, for I suppose I am badly wanted there." The old man hurried away with the remainder of his bandages, and Sir Morton signed to his son, who followed him to the room into which Captain Purlrose had been ushered.
"Now, Ralph," began Sir Morton, but his son interrupted him: "Guilty, father," he cried dismally, "and I have failed." "There, do as Master Rayburn said," cried Sir Morton, "and--well--I'll talk to you another time--I'm--er--I'm not very angry, my boy, but-- there, be off.

It was very brave, and like a soldier's son." "I wonder what Mark Eden's father has said to him," thought Ralph as he threw himself wearily upon his bed..