Cavalry, U.S.V." To his father he sent a similar telegram from the Willard in Washington; wasted two days at the State, War, and Navy for an audience with Mr.Stanton, and finally found himself, valise in hand, waiting among throngs of officers of all grades, all arms of the service, for a chance to board his train.
And, as he stood there, he felt cotton-gloved fingers fumbling for the handle of his valise, and wheeled sharply, and began to laugh.
"Where the devil did you come from, Burgess?
Did they give you a furlough ?" "Yes, Captain." "Well, you got more than I.

What's the matter; do you want to carry my bag ?" "Yes, sir." "You don't have to." "No, Captain.

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