"Good mornin', Mars' Cary.

Good mornin', gent'men.

_Good_ mornin'." With the disappearance of bewildered Uncle Billy the General swung around on the officer who no longer wore his shoulder straps.
"Mr.Morrison," he said, in his distinct, even tones.

"Your friend and counsel, Lieutenant Harris, has applied to me for your pardon!" "_Pardon ?_" cried Morrison, springing to his feet with an exclamation of amazement.
"Exactly," was the crisp response.

"It comes from him--not from you.