Don't forget about the blanket.
* * * * There was more, but it was these passages over which Dick lingered longest.
He read the letter three times--letters were rare in those years, and men prized them highly--and put it away in his strongest pocket.

Colonel Winchester was standing by the edge of the brook, and Dick, saluting him, said: "My mother wishes me to deliver to you her respects and best wishes." A flush showed through the tan of the colonel's face, and Dick, noticing it, was startled by a sudden thought.

At first his feeling was jealousy, but it passed in an instant, never to come again.

There was no finer man in the world than Colonel Winchester.
"She is well," he added, "and affairs could go no better at Pendleton." "I am glad," said Colonel Winchester simply.

Then he turned to a man with very broad shoulders and asked: "How are the new lads coming on ?" "Very well, sir," replied Sergeant Daniel Whitley.