He wheeled in his tracks, tore open the door, and with head high and face set, strode to his place at the table and sat down.
Astonishment beyond all words held the company in tense stillness.

From Barry's face they looked toward the colonel, who, too dumfounded for speech or action, sat gazing at his chaplain.

Then from the end of the table a few places down from Barry, a voice was heard.
"Feel better, Dunbar ?" The cool, clear voice cut through the tense silence like the zip of a sword.
"I do, thank you, sir," looking him straight in the eye.
"The fresh air, doubtless," continued the cool voice.

"I always find myself that even a whiff of fresh air is a very effective antidote for threatening vertigo.

I remember once--" continued the speaker, dropping into a conversational tone, and leaning across the table slightly toward Barry, "I was in the room with a company of men--" And the speaker entered upon a long and none too interesting relation of an experience of his, the point of which no one grasped, but the effect of which every one welcomed with the profoundest relief.