"We don't need any," returned the Duke, briskly. "We know Vard Waymouth. But there's one pledge I do want from you. This whole thing is to be left in my hands so far as announcement goes. My plan of campaign makes that much necessary. We don't want to flush that bunch of birds till we can give 'em both barrels."
"I consent. I'll live in the lingering hope that at the last moment you'll find I won't be needed."
He rose and gave his hand to each in turn, bringing them to their feet.
"Now for bed. Of course, you'll remain here the night."
"No," declared Thornton, decisively. "Out o' here on the midnight! I want to dodge out of Burnside in the dark. We'll walk down to the station now. It's settled. I'll keep you posted."
At the door the General gave Harlan the last word, grasping his hand again.
"You brought me a message from the young men that touched me."
"I spoke for myself, but I believe that all of them would like to have the same opportunity that I had," faltered Harlan. "I know they would. Will you let us come to you at the right time and make it plain?"
"I shall depend upon you in a great many ways in the months to come. You know it's to be a young man's administration by an old man made young again. I'm proud of my first volunteer!"
"He's a good boy, and he's got the makings in him," declared the Duke.