He knew the affairs of the bank fairly well.

He was a director who never signed the quarterly statement without verifying every item for himself.

He had dreaded the general's visit, yet he knew that it must come, and he pulled toward the general a big hickory chair.

The old man sank into it and looked helplessly into the drawn hard face of the younger man and sighed, "Well, John ?" Barclay stood before him a second and then walked down one arm of the "X" of the carpet and back, and up another, and then turned to Hendricks with: "Now, don't lose your nerve, General.

You've got to keep your nerve.