Wish I could get a word with Vera to-night; she ought to see him to-morrow--compassion, womanly sympathy, and all that rot, you know, helps the game.

Let's drift over toward the Palace, Dan, and maybe I can give her the sign." Hamlin caught a glimpse of their backs as they passed out--one in infantry fatigue, the other, a heavier built man, fairly well dressed in citizen's clothes.

Inspired by a desire to see their features the Sergeant swung himself over the rail, and dropped lightly to the ground.

In another moment he was out on the street, in front of the hotel, watching the open door.

The two passed within a few feet of him, clearly revealed in the light streaming from the dance hall.