“That’s my answer, sir.”

“But we haven’t talked salary yet.”

“Bother the salary.  I’m not mercenary.”

“And I’m not sure—­”

“Yes, you are.  I’m going with you.  Do you know why?”

“It’s a novel project, very appealing from a humanitarian standpoint and—­”

“I hadn’t thought of that.  I’m going because you’re headed for the biggest war the world has ever known; because I foresee danger ahead, for all of us; but mainly because—­”

“Well?”

“Because I’m a coward—­a natural born coward—­and I can have a lot of fun forcing myself to face the shell and shrapnel.  That’s the truth; I’m not a liar.  And for a long time I’ve been wondering—­wondering—­” His voice died away in a murmur.

“Well, sir?”

Dr. Gys roused himself.

“Oh; do you want a full confession?  For a long time, then, I’ve been wondering what’s the easiest way for a man to die.  No, I’m not morbid.  I’m simply ruined, physically, for the practice of a profession I love, a profession I have fully mastered, and—­I’ll be happier when I can shake off this horrible envelope of disfigurement.”

CHAPTER IV

THE HOSPITAL SHIP

The energy of Doctor Gys was marvelous.  He knew exactly what supplies would be needed to fit the Arabella thoroughly for her important mission, and with unlimited funds at his command to foot the bills, he quickly converted the handsome yacht into a model hospital ship.  Gys from the first developed a liking for Kelsey, the mate, whom he found a valuable assistant, and the two came to understand each other perfectly.  Kelsey was a quiet man, more thoughtful than experienced in medical matters, but his common sense often guided him aright when his technical knowledge was at fault.

Captain Carg accepted the novel conditions thrust upon him, without a word of protest.  He might secretly resent the uses to which his ship was being put, but his young master’s commands were law and his duty was to obey.  The same feeling prevailed among the other members of the crew, all of whom were Sangoans.

In three days Jones and Maud Stanton returned from Washington.  They were jubilant over their success.

“We’ve secured everything we wanted,” the boy told Uncle John, Beth and Patsy, with evident enthusiasm.  “Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration.  Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick.  What do you think?  Here’s a letter from our secretary of state—­another from the French charge d’affairs—­half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries!  We’ve a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.”

“It’s wonderful!” cried Patsy.