This she did until her husband appeared on the scene with Lieutenant-Colonel Roosevelt, whom he had known in Washington.

The moment the fond mother discovered this gentleman to be her son's superior officer, she neglected every one else to ply him with questions.
"Did he think her boy would make a fine soldier?
Was Ridge really an officer?
If so, what was his rank, and why did he not wear a more distinctive uniform?
Did _General_ Roosevelt believe there would be any fighting, and if there was, would he not order Ridge to remain in the safest places ?" To all of these questions the Lieutenant-Colonel managed to return most satisfactory answers.

He thought Ridge was in a fair way to make a most excellent soldier, seeing that he had already gained the rank of sergeant, which was very rapid promotion, considering the short time the young man had been in the service.

As to his uniform, he now wore that especially designed for active campaigning, which Mrs.Norris must know was much less showy than one that would be donned for dress parades in time of peace.

Yes, he fancied there might be a little fighting, in which case he meditated giving Ridge a place behind Sergeant Borrowe's dynamite gun, where he would be as safe as in any other position on the whole firing line.
Not only was Mrs.Norris greatly comforted by these kindly assurances, but she received further evidence that her boy was indeed an officer entitled to command and be obeyed when the troopers were ordered to re-enter the cars, for she heard him say: "Come, boys, tumble in lively! Now, Rollo, get a move on." Certainly an officer to whom even _Captain_ Van Kyp yielded obedience must be of exalted rank.
There was some delay in starting the train, which was taken advantage of by Mr.Norris to disappear, only to return a few minutes later, followed by a porter bearing a great basket of fruit.