"Ran across Jerry——"
The dirty young man recited jerkily and selflessly a story of fear and risks overcome, of cunning stealth, of passionate and promiscuous murder——
"Report back," George said.
When he had gone George called for his adjutant and turned to Wandel.
"Before anything happens to me," he said, "I'll recommend that dirty young assassin for a citation."
Wandel laughed in a satisfied way.
"I'm always right about you, great man. Don't you see that? Never think about your own citation——"
George stared at him, uncomprehending.
"Citation! A thousand citations for a bed!"
He watched Wandel uneasily when, at the heels of a guide, he dodged down the slope in search of Lambert, calling back: