If you will be kind enough, sir, to convey the thanks of the men and of myself to her." "Surely, surely! Well, I really must be going.

Goodbye! Good luck!" He turned to his motor car.

"I won't forget, sir," he said to Barry.
"Oh, I'll be sure to tell her," he added with a significant smile.
As Barry was mounting his horse, the strains of the battalion band were heard floating down the street.

He drew up his horse beside the entrance and waited.

Down the winding hill they came, tall, lean, hard-looking men, striding with the free, easy swing of the men of the foothills.
Barry felt his heart fill with pride in his comrades.
"By Jove," he said to himself, "the boys are all right." "Fine body of men, sir," said the sergeant, who with his comrades had gathered about the gateway.
"Not too bad, eh, sergeant ?" said Barry, with modest pride.
"Sir," said the sergeant in a low voice, "the young lady is up at the window to your left." "Sergeant, you're a brick! Thank you," said Barry.