“Well, Ted, hear anything more from our friends, the enemy?” asked Strong, laughingly.
“No, sir, but then I would not be the one to hear. I thought Mr. Walker would, he was going to claim his property.”
They all laughed.
“By Jove, I must do that; I have completely forgotten it,” remarked Walker.
“Well, Ted, they were very nice at Ottawa. I understand the Government is going to honor you in some way for your service; they even spoke of doing the same thing for both Walker and myself.”
Strong gave Ted an outline of what had happened, but made no mention of the letter from Sir Robert. Walker was tempted to remind him, thinking that he had forgotten, but he remembered that Strong had said he wished to handle that end himself.
“I suppose you will be busy packing and getting ready tomorrow. You leave at four on Saturday afternoon? Come down and see us before you go. When we need your services again, we’ll have you come on.”
Ted got up to go. As he opened the door, Strong called to him.
“I say, Ted, I almost forgot another thing which probably is not very important. I have a letter for you; silly, not to have remembered.” And Strong smiled, while Walker laughed.
“For me?” said Ted wonderingly, as he took the letter. Then, as he opened it, he saw the check. He looked at it a little dazed. He saw his name as if in a haze—then he saw the amount.