I was at our home about midnight for nearly an hour.

I hope I did nothing wrong, colonel." "No, Dick, my boy.

Some martinets might find fault with you, but I should blame you had you not stopped for those few moments.

A noble woman, your mother, Dick.

I hope that she is watched over well." Dick glanced at the colonel, but he could not see his face in the deepening twilight.
"My uncle, Colonel Kenton, has directed his people to give her help in case of need," he replied, "but that means physical help against raiders and guerillas.