The Colonel was silent a moment.
"Yes. I like his grit. Where will I find him?"
"At his desk at work in the newspaper office."
"I'll call him up and make an appointment."
The Colonel seized the telephone, called the newspaper office, and asked for Norman. He waited for several minutes before any one reached the 'phone. He scarcely recognized the short, sharp business accent of Norman's voice:
"Well, well, what is it?"
The Colonel cleared his throat.
"Here! Here! Get a move on you—what's the matter—I'm in a hurry!"
"This is your father, Norman——"
"Get off the wire or quit your kiddin'—what do you want?"