“Your great kindness is laying me under lasting obligations, Mr. Dinsmore,” the captain responded, with glistening eyes, “obligations which I shall never, I fear, have an opportunity to repay.”

“My dear sir, I am truly thankful to have it in my power to do what can be done to alleviate your sufferings and restore the health and vigor you so nobly sacrificed for another.  Beside, what Christian can recall the Master’s assurance that He will consider any kindness done to any follower of His as done to Himself, and not rejoice in the opportunity to be of service to a fellow-disciple, be it man, woman, or child?”

“Yes, And the King shall answer and say unto them, ’Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.’”

“Ah, captain, don’t talk of obligation to one who has a recompense such as that in view!” Mr. Dinsmore said, a smile on his lip, a glad light in his eye.

The captain stretched out his hand and grasped that of his host.  “What cause for gratitude that I have fallen into the care of those who can appreciate and act from such motives!” he exclaimed with emotion.

“You are the hero of the hour, my friend,” Mr. Dinsmore remarked after a short silence.  “I wish you could have seen the faces of my wife, daughter, and granddaughter when they heard of the noble, unselfish, and courageous deed which was the cause of your sore injuries.”

“Don’t mention it!” exclaimed the captain, a manly flush suffusing his face; “who could stand by and see a fellow-creature perish without so much as stretching out a helping hand?”

In the weeks that followed Captain Raymond won golden opinions from those with whom he sojourned, showing himself as capable of the courage of endurance as of that more ordinary kind that incites to deeds of daring; he was always patient and cheerful, and sufficiently at leisure from himself and his own troubles to show a keen interest in those about him.

After the first week he was able to take possession of an invalid-chair, which was then wheeled into the room where the family were wont to gather for the free and unconstrained enjoyment of each other’s society.

They made him one of themselves, and he found it a rare treat to be among them thus day after day, getting such an insight into their domestic life and true characters as years of ordinary intercourse would not have given him.  He learned to love them all—­the kind, cheerful, unselfish older people; the sweet-faced, gentle, tender mother; the fair and lovely maiden, lovely in mind and person; the brave, frank, open-hearted lads, and the dear, innocent little ones.

He studied them all furtively and with increasing interest, growing more and more reconciled the while to his involuntary detention among them.

Oftentimes they were all there, but occasionally one of the grandparents or the mother would be away at Roselands for a day or two, taking turns in ministering to Mrs. Conly, and comforting and cheering her feeble old father.