I clar to--" Uncle Billy stopped.

His eyes had gone beyond Morrison to the man sitting beside him and at the sight of that loved figure the old man began to tremble.

His voice lowered to a whisper and he began to totter forward.
"Mars' Cary!" he said, as if he were looking on one risen from the dead.
He came a little nearer, with his hand stretched out as if to touch him testingly--then suddenly dropped down on his knees before Gary who had risen from his chair.

"Bless Gawd, I done fin' you," he sobbed, his face buried in his toaster's coat.

"I done fin' you at last." The General frowned.
"Forbes," he ordered.