"If it wasn't war times--" He choked, and said no more; yet silence proved more eloquent than human speech.

They were men--brave men--and both were grateful; the one, because an enemy would keep his unspoken word; the other, because a doomed man understood.
Cary opened the door of his daughter's room and called to her.

She came in quickly, a question in her big brown eyes.
"Daddy," she said, "you talked a mighty long time.

It was a heap more than jus' a minute." "Was it ?" he asked, and forced a smile.

"Well, you see, we had a lot to say." He seated himself and, drawing her between his knees, took both her hands.