And here's _Tom Slade_ that's stuck by me through this war.

It's named _Tom Slade_ because it makes good--see?
Look here, I'll show you something else--you old hickory nut, you.

See that," he added, pulling a small object from somewhere in his clothing.
Tom stared.

"It's the Distinguished Service Cross," he said, his longing eyes fixed upon it.
"That's what it is.

The old gent handed me that--if anybody should ask you." Tom smiled, remembering Roscoe's familiar way of speaking of the dignified Mr.Temple, and of "Old Man" Burton, and "Pop" this and that.
"General Pershing ?" "The same.