shall never forget that I was in danger this time, sir," said the young man, addressing the doctor, but looking fixedly at the young girl. 

 "No, of course not; but why particularly at this time?" 

 "Because I was saved by——" 

 "Oh, that's it, is it? Faith, I'd be willing to be half drowned myself to be saved in that way. Meanwhile, do you withdraw, Miss Emily, and we'll get him ready for bed. Where is he to lie?" 

 "Here," said the girl. 

 "In your room?" 

 "Certainly." 

 "I protest, sir," said the man, sitting up with astonishing access of vigor. 

 "Nobody protests when Miss Emily commands anything. Here you'll stay, sir!" said Barry, gruffly, as the girl left the room. 

 The doctor and the sailor soon tucked him away in bed, the admiral looking on. As they undressed him they noticed a long scar across his breast where a shell from Fort Morgan had keeled him over. The doctor examined it critically. 

 "That was a bad one," he said, touching the wound deftly with his pudgy yet knowing finger. "That'll be the one you spoke of, I take it?" 

 "Yes, sir," answered the young man; "it's been a long time in healing. I feel the effect of it yet sometimes." 

 "But you'll get over it in time, young man, I'm thinking," said the kindly little country doctor. 

 "I hope so, sir." 

 The patient was thin and pale from the effects of the wound, which, as he said, had been a long time healing. It was evident that he had not yet recovered his strength or his weight, either, or the burden on Captain Barry would have been heavier than it was. 

 "Did you say," said the admiral, as they prepared to leave him, "that you had been at Mobile Bay?" 

 "Yes, sir." 

 "What ship were you on?" 

 "The Hartford, sir." 

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