At this instant the curtains of the smoking-room parted and the Pullman
porter entered.
"Your berth's all ready, Major," said the porter.
My companion rose from his chair, straightened his leg, held out his
band, and said:
"You can understand now, sir, how I feel about these continued outrages.
I don't mean to say that every man is like Aleck, but I do mean to say
that Aleck would never have been as loyal as he is but for the way my
father brought him up. Good-night, sir."
He was gone before I could do more than express my thanks for his
confidence. It was just as well--any further word of mine would have
been superfluous. Even my thanks seemed out of place.
In a few minutes the porter returned with, "Lower Four's all ready,
sir."
"All right, I'm coming. Oh, porter."
"Yes, sir."
"Porter, come closer. Who is that gentleman I've been talking to?"
"That's Major Sam Garnett, sir."
"Was he in the war?"
"Yes, sir, he was, for a fact. He was in de Cavalry, sir, one o'
Morgan's Raiders.
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