I'll see you later, Mrs.Hepton," he added, "and give you my final word.

I want to hold officer's council with Mr.Pearson here fust." The landlady accepted the broad hint and turned to go.
"Very well," she said, "but I do hope for all our sakes that word will be _yes_, Mr.Warren--Excuse me, it is Captain Warren, isn't it ?" "It used to be, yes, ma'am.

And at home it is yet.

'Round here I've learned to be like a barroom poll-parrot, ready to answer to most everything.

There!" as the door closed after her; "now we can be more private.