On Parole

Iwaswakenedindeed,wewereallwakened,forIcouldseeeventhesentinelshakehimselftogetherfromwherehehadfallenagainstthedoor-postbyaclear,heartyvoicehailingusfromthemarginofthewood:

“Blockhouse,ahoy!”itcried.“Here’sthedoctor.”

Andthedoctoritwas.AlthoughIwasgladtohearthesound,yetmygladnesswasnotwithoutadmixture.Irememberedwithconfusionmyinsubordinateandstealthyconduct,andwhenIsawwhereithadbroughtmeamongwhatcompanionsandsurroundedbywhatdangersIfeltashamedtolookhimintheface.

Hemusthaveriseninthedark,forthedayhadhardlycome;andwhenIrantoaloopholeandlookedout,Isawhimstanding,likeSilveroncebefore,uptothemid-legincreepingvapour.

“You,doctor!Topo’themorningtoyou,sir!”criedSilver,broadawakeandbeamingwithgoodnatureinamoment.“Brightandearly,tobesure;andit’stheearlybird,asthesayinggoes,thatgetstherations.George,shakeupyourtimbers,son,andhelpDr.Liveseyovertheship’sside.Alla-doin’well,yourpatientswasallwellandmerry.”

Sohepatteredon,standingonthehilltopwithhiscrutchunderhiselbowandonehanduponthesideofthelog-housequitetheoldJohninvoice,manner,andexpression.

“We’vequiteasurpriseforyoutoo,sir,”hecontinued.“We’vealittlestrangerherehe!he!Anooboarderandlodger,sir,andlookingfitandtautasafiddle;slep’likeasupercargo,hedid,rightalongsideofJohnstemtostemwewas,allnight.”

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