A little gleam of disappointment shot into his pale eyes when he found the last cigar gone from the box.
Kent saw the expression and tried to grin good-humoredly.
"I'm going to have Father Layonne bring me up another box in the morning, Mercer," he said.

"That is, if I can get hold of him." "You probably can," snapped Mercer.

"He doesn't live far from barracks, and that's where you are going.

I've got orders to have you ready to move in the morning." Kent's blood seemed for an instant to flash into living flame.

He drank a part of his cup of coffee and said then, with a shrug of his shoulders: "I'm glad of it, Mercer.