You've put the matter in a different light to me, Captain Prescott." "And you, Rindle ?" "I'm going to do myself the honor of asking permission to remain in your company, sir," replied the second man, his mouth twitching.
"I'm a bit of a fool, sir.

But I don't believe that I'm a fool all the way through.

I believe that I can see at least part of a truth when it's put to me fairly, and now I believe that it's right to fight for truth and justice as against black tyranny---and I'm ready to do it." "Good enough!" cried Dick, his face lighting up, as he held out his hand.

"If you have any further doubts, later, come to me.
I don't know everything, but we can get together and perhaps between us we can get close to the truth." Shaking hands with the soldiers who had found themselves, and dismissing them, Dick added: "Sergeant Kelly, find out what non-combatant branch that fellow Pitson would prefer to serve in, see what unit will have him, and then bring the transfer papers to me to sign." Passing into the corridor, and hearing the piano's notes in the mess-room he glanced inside.

It was a rest period between drills, and a soldier seated at the instrument strummed his way through the air of a mournful ditty.