It was then that Phil, who had stood unnoticed by the bearer of the victorious news, now kneeling by his great leader's side, pressed forward to touch his arm, making him start round and cry in his astonishment: "Phil, my boy! You here!" For he realised that it was his little son who had just raised the water cup to the dying lips of the British hero--General Wolfe. As for Phil Carleton's career, little need be said, for the war was over with the defeat of the French, and in a few weeks he and Dr Martin were in the same ship with the Major and his regiment, homeward bound.