Major Barlow opened the door, went through the hall, and
called Ralph, and in another moment the lad was clasped in his
mother's arms, and the two officers without another word went quietly
out and left them to themselves. It was some time before a coherent
word could be spoken by mother or son, and it was not until they had
knelt down together and returned thanks to God for Ralph's restoration
that they were able to talk quietly of what had passed. Then Mrs.
Conway poured out question after question, but Ralph refused to enter
upon a narrative of his adventures.
"It's a long story, mother, and will keep very well till to-morrow. It
is past nine o'clock now, and I am sure that you want a night's rest
after this excitement; and after fourteen hours on a coach, I sha'n't
be sorry to be in bed myself. Beside, I want you to tell me first how
you have been getting on while I have been away, and all the news
about everyone; but even that will keep. I think, mother, a cup of tea
first and then bed will be best for us both."
The next morning Ralph related all his adventures to his mother, who
was surprised indeed at his story.
"I suppose poor old Joe was never heard of, mother?"
"No, Ralph. His son has been up here a good many times to inquire if
we had any news of you. He has gone into another fishing boat now, and
his sister has gone out to service.
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