A yellow light winked in the Colonel's office, occasionally blotted out by the passing figure of a sentry.

The officer came to a prompt decision.
"The 'old man' is over there yet, grubbing at some papers.

Come on over, and tell him what you have told me.

I believe the lass will turn up all right, but it does look rather queer." The Colonel and the Post Adjutant were in the little office, busy over a pile of papers.

Both officers glanced up, resenting the interruption, as Kane entered, Hamlin following.