"So much as your commanding officer.

Now as your friend," and he held out his hand, "I congratulate you upon your luck.

After this morning's manifestations of it, it should pass into a proverb.

Goodbye, O'Moy.

I trust you, remember." "And I shall not fail you," gulped O'Moy, who, strong man that he was, found himself almost on the verge of tears.