The voice
of Colonel Woodville was raised in sharp command.
"Lift me up!" he said, "I must see! Must I lie here, eating my soul out,
when a great battle is going on! Help me up, I say! Wound or no wound,
I will go to the door!"
Then the voice of Miss Woodville attempting to soothe was heard, but the
colonel broke forth more furiously than ever, not at her, but at his
unhappy fate.
Dick, spurred by impulse, left his alcove and entered the room.
"Sir," he said respectfully to Colonel Woodville, "you are eager to see,
and so am I. May I help you?"
Colonel Woodville turned a red eye upon him.
"Young man," he said, "you have shown before a sense of fitness, and your
appearance now is most welcome. You shall help me to the door, and I
will lean upon you. Together we will see what is going to happen,
although I wish for one result, and you for another. No, Margaret,
it is not worth while to protest any further. My young Yankee and I will
manage it very well between us."
Miss Woodville stepped aside and smiled wanly.
"I think it is best, Miss Woodville," Dick said in a low tone.
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