Jack had related to his wife and children the part that Walter had taken in his behalf concerning the mutiny, and ended by saying that he and his friend Tom Jones had pledged themselves never again to taste, touch or handle rum. At the time of the arrival of Captain Davis and party, Frost and his friends were eating dinner. And here Lord Wallace had the opportunity of seeing the fruit of love among the lowly. He could see there joy and contentment that had never entered his house. He thought to himself: This is the way my banished children lived in the wilds of America. They loved, and lived on love. Woe unto him that undertakes to thwart that attribute. This, said Captain Davis is your grand-son, and this is Lord Wallace, your grand-father. Walter extended his hand, but Lord Wallace faltered. Can you, he said, take my hand and call me “grand-father,”—I who have so cruelly wronged your parents—who so madly drove them from my house? But not from your heart, Walter responded. No—no, boy, throwing his arm about him. They have always occupied a place there. They were forgiven long ago—yet I had nothing to forgive. I, and I only was the one to ask forgiveness. You were forgiven, and that forgiveness is recorded in heaven, where your children now are. Your children loved and prayed for you. Bless you, my son—may God bless you. And now, here in the presence of these witnesses, I receive you as my grand-son and heir, the son of Amelia and William Wallace. Excuse me, said Lieutenant Powers, for this interruption, but the joy of this meeting has caused us to forget our duty to the dead. We must make arrangements for my father’s funeral. The Navy will attend to that, rejoined Captain Davis. And as the object of the meeting on board of the Reindeer is accomplished by the meeting of grand-father and grand-son at this place, we may as well talk of the future. I have learned that I shall soon be ordered to America. Will your grand-son accompany me? Certainly not, replied Lord Wallace. He will remain with me and take the position in society that he is entitled to. And the first thing to be done is to go to my tailor’s and dress himself in costume becoming his rank. Quick glances passed between Captain Davis and his Lieutenant. They knew where Walter’s heart was. They knew that it was in America. They knew that he would rather give up his new found relatives with all their wealth and titles than to abandon his search for Amy. Walter saw the dilemma he was in, and he declared his purpose at once. He said: My Lord, my life has been one continual struggle, and the object of that struggle has been to find my friends. That has been in part accomplished to-day. But my struggle is not over—my mission is incomplete. I must struggle on until I find my Amy. At the mention of that name, Lord Wallace turned pale and fell back in his chair.