"Sergeant-Major, can you spare a moment?"
"Well?"
"You know that gambler that's awaiting trial—the fellow Sergeant Cranbrook arrested at Qu'appelle?"
Hector smiled.
"Oh, yes—Perkins. What about him?"
"He's heard you're going home, S.-M., and he wants to know if you'll go and see him first."
"Eh?"
"Yes, that's right."
Hector considered a moment. What could Perkins want? It was not in him to refuse.
"All right. I'll be over in a little while."