“Yes, but who knows if I will be on the list?”
No one could tell him that. All would not go, they knew, and they could only wait patiently, each hoping he would be the favored one. At last there came a day, never to be forgotten by the inmates of that tobacco house, a day on which was read the names of those who were to be released and breathe again the air of freedom. Oh, how anxiously the sick boy listened as one after another was called. “Captain Thomas Carleton” was among the number, and a deep flush stole to the young man’s face as uncertainty was thus made sure. He was going home, and like waves upon the beach, the throbs of joy beat around his heart, making him glad as a little child when returning to its mother after a long separation.
But oh, who shall tell Isaac’s emotions as n
