“Thanks, Marston,” I said as we shook hands.
“Don’t bother yourself, Lieutenant,” he returned in his rasping voice.
The sullen look was gone, but otherwise he was the same. He wasn’t any
chunk of soft-soap by any means. But his grudge against the Army in
general had disappeared, anyway. A little adulation will go a long,
long way.
“You gave me a square deal when you might have ruined me,” he went on
without a smile, his light eyes staring belligerently into mine. “You
gave me a chance. You’re a man, Lieutenant, I’ll say that for you. But
as a soldier----”