“No, but he never said a word about the crack-up. Not a word. If he’d bawled me out I would have felt better. But he didn’t.”
“Swell,” Lancaster said. “Come on and we’ll have a snort.”
Dorman lifted up his right hand.
“Not me,” he said. “I’m off the stuff. I’m going up tonight with a convoy.”
Lancaster was surprised.
“What the Hell?” he said. “So am I.”
“Are you? Well, you oughtn’t to be boozing then.”
Lancaster was frankly amused.
“By God, he sure reformed you in a hurry.”
There was a noise at the door and a slender chap with keen eyes and short-clipped hair came in. He had a dunnage bag with him and he dropped it in the corner and squared off in front of Lancaster.