know how to handle men like me.
And I'm a good aviator, and they want to keep me." "At all events," said Broussard, taking Lawrence's hand, "I'll look out for your wife and child.

The boy shall have his chance--he shall have his chance, the jolly little chap!" Then, standing up, the two men embraced as brothers do, and felt their mother's tender spirit hovering over them.
The next morning, while Colonel Fortescue was at breakfast, a note was handed to him by Broussard's soldier attendant.

It read: "Last night I had a visit from Lawrence.

He has a great affection for his wife and child, and wanted me to talk with his wife about a family matter in which he feels he can not advise her.

Can you kindly suggest some way by which I may have a private talk of a few minutes with Mrs.
Lawrence ?" Colonel Fortescue scribbled on the back of the note: "Come to my office in my house at ten o'clock and I will have Mrs.
Lawrence here." Broussard felt a little chagrined when he received this note.