At this our hero's face relaxed, for he had always liked Harry Powell immensely.
"Yes, I'll do that," he said, and they shook hands warmly.
"And how is your mother these days, Jack?"
"Quite well, but a good deal alarmed."
"She need not be alarmed because of us, Jack. Is that not so, Colonel Stanton?"
The colonel bowed. His manner was so pleasant that Jack felt more drawn to him than ever.
"You are kind," he said. "I thought all Yankees were brutes."
"They are far from that, Jack. But I was going to ask, can I see my aunt?"
"I suppose so. But she'll be hurt to see you in that uniform."
"Never mind, I'll risk that," rejoined Harry Powell.