He'll be in at any minute." A shadow of regret crossed the caller's face.

"I'm sorry, but I've arranged to call on the mayor, and I've no time to lose.

What unit was your son with ?" "The Ninety-eighth Field Artillery." The shadow fled.

Mr.Gray was vexed at the necessity for haste, but he would look forward to meeting the young hero later.
"And meanwhile," Roswell, senior, said, warmly, "if we can be of service to you, please feel free to call upon us.

I dare say we'd be safe in honoring a small check." He laughed pleasantly and clapped his caller on the back.
A fine man, Gray decided as he paused outside the bank.