It happens sometimes that we meet a person whom we seem to have known all our life, and by the time the clock began to strike the quarter, Roland felt that he and Marston were old friends.
"A good fellow that," said Marston, after he had gone, "and a bit of a sport too, by all accounts. I must try and see more of him."
And in his study Roland had picked up a calendar and was counting the days that lay between him and Freedom.
[PART II]
THE RIVAL FORCES