Pennington suddenly sprang up and hailed: "Hey, Ohio, is that you?
Come here!" A tall youth emerged from the dusk and looked at them inquiringly.
"Ohio," said Pennington, "don't you remember your friends ?" The long, lean lad looked again, and then he was enthusiastically shaking hands with each in turn.
"Remember you!" he exclaimed.

"Of course I do.

If it hadn't been so dark I'd have seen you and called to you first.

I'm glad you're alive.

It's a lot to live in these times.