Horace Williams, with an obvious effort, got up and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Brace up, old chap," he said.

"You made a blame good fight for us, and we'll do the same for you another day." "However, gentlemen," the young man gathered himself up to say, "I believe I understand the situation.

You are my friends and this is your advice.

We must save the seat.

I'll see Carter.