“Yes, Colonel.”
“And I would tell you one thing,” said he, with force; “serve the people, as all true men should in a republic. But do not rely upon their gratitude. You will remember that?”
“Yes, Colonel.”
A long time he paused, looking on me with a significance I did not then understand. And when he spoke again his voice showed no trace of emotion, save in the note of it.
“You have been a faithful friend, Davy, when I needed loyalty. Perhaps the time may come again. Promise me that you will not forget me if I am—unfortunate.”
“Unfortunate, sir!” I exclaimed.
“Good-by, Davy,” he said, “and God bless you. I have work to do.”
Still I hesitated. He stared at me, but with kindness.
“What is it, Davy?” he asked.
“Please, sir,” I said, “if I might take my drum?”