the aid of an invalid carriage, took his worn and wasted friend down to the docks, where he had secured berths for England on board one of the fastest steamers of a prominent line. The journey to the sea seemed to revive the patient. As yet he had not been allowed to see any friends save Castleton, or to ask any questions. But the mists gradually disappeared from his eyes, and a smile of happiness played on his wan features.
"God bless you, old boy," he said to Castleton as they drove slowly to the ship. "God reward you. Never did man find a truer friend. I should have been under the turf, old man, if it had not been for your tender care."
Castleton was anxious not to excite his friend too much. For the day was not over, and he knew that the drama of it was not yet complete.
On board they found Jacynth, who had been as loyal to his trust as Castleton.
The two men, when they met, whispered for a second to one another, and there was a look of distressed suspense on Frank Onslow's face.
"Is all well?" whispered Castleton.
"More than well," answered Jacynth.
"Where is he?"
"In the cabin."
"Do you think we dare risk it?"
"We must and shall," muttered Lord Castleton. "He can't break down now. It may save his life."
