He was getting stronger all the time.

His old job was waiting for him.

His mother and sister had enough to live on, but if he had been working he could have helped them in a way to afford him great satisfaction.
"Holt, listen," finally said Lane, with more earnestness.

"We're friends--all boys of the service are friends.

We might even become great pards, if we had time." "What's time got to do with it ?" queried the younger man.