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heavy journey, for the frost had broken up, and the roads were in a terrible
                state from the heavy traffic passing. There was no delay when they reached

               the port, as they at once marched on board a ship, which was the next day
               to start for Sweden. Orders from the king had already been received that the

               company was to be conveyed direct to Gottenburg, and they entered the
               port on the fifth day after sailing.



               The change, the sea air, and the prospect of seeing his father again greatly
               benefited Charlie, and, while the company was marched to a large building

               assigned to their use, he was able to make his way on foot to his father's,
               assisted by his soldier servant, Jock Armstrong.



                "Why, Charlie," Sir Marmaduke Carstairs exclaimed as he entered, "who
               would have thought of seeing you? You are looking ill, lad; ill and weak.

               What has happened to you?"


               Charlie briefly related the events that had brought about his return to

               Gottenburg, of which Sir Marmaduke was entirely ignorant. Postal
               communications were rare and uncertain, and Captain Jervoise had not

               taken advantage of the one opportunity that offered, after Charlie had been
               wounded, thinking it better to delay till the lad could write and give a good
               account of himself.



                "So Jervoise, and his son, and that good fellow Jamieson are all back again?

               That is good news, Charlie; and you have been promoted? That is capital
               too, after only a year in the service. And you have been wounded, and a
               prisoner among the Russians? You have had adventures, indeed! I was

               terribly uneasy when the first news of that wonderful victory at Narva
               came, for we generally have to wait for the arrival of the despatches giving

               the lists of the killed and wounded. I saw that the regiment had not been in
               the thick of it, as the lists contained none of your names. I would have
               given a limb to have taken part in that wonderful battle. When you get as

               old as I am, my boy, you will feel a pride in telling how you fought at
               Narva, and helped to destroy an entire Russian army with the odds ten to

               one against you.
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