When the company was dismissed, he went up familiarly to the top sergeant:
“Say, Sarge, doin' anything this evenin'?”
“What the hell can a man do when he's broke?” said the top sergeant.
“Well, you come down town with me. I want to introjuce you to somebody.”
“Great!”
“Say, Sarge, have they sent that appointment in yet?”
“No, they haven't, Fuselli,” said the top sergeant. “It's all made out,” he added encouragingly.
They walked towards the town silently. The evening was silvery-violet. The few windows in the old grey-green houses that were lighted shone orange.
“Well, I'm goin' to get it, ain't I?”
A staff car shot by, splashing them with mud, leaving them a glimpse of officers leaning back in the deep cushions.