You must be the son of Colonel George Kenton." "Yes," said Harry.
"Then, young sir, let me shake your hand." His manner seemed so warm and natural that Harry held out his hand, and Colonel Talbot gave it a strong clasp.
"Your father and I have served together," he said.

"We were in the same class at West Point, and we fought in the same command against the Indians on the plains.

I saw him again at Cerro Gordo, and we were side by side at Contreras, Molino del Rey, and the storming of Chapultepec.
He left the service some time after we came back from Mexico, but I remained in it, until--recent events.

It is fitting that I should meet his son here, when we go upon errands which are, perhaps, similar in nature.

I infer that your destination is Charleston!" "Yes," said Harry impulsively, and he was not sorry that he had obeyed the impulse.
"Then we shall go together," said Colonel Talbot.