"Well, Parker, what is it?" the Major asked..

"A man to see you, sir."

"A courier?"

"Yes, sir."

"Send him in at once."

"Yes, sir."

Again the soldier saluted, wheeled, and left the room. In another
minute Dane entered, and at once walked over to where the two men were
sitting. His free and easy manner was in striking contrast to the
soldier's, and this the Major noted. He admired the courier's frank
open countenance, and clear, fearless eyes. He was a man after his own
heart.

"I am glad to see you on time," he accosted.

"I generally try to be," Dane replied. "Have you the message for
Davidson?"

"It's not ready yet, but I shall write it at once."

The Major turned to the table, drew a sheet of paper toward him, and
picked up a quill pen, which he examined critically before dipping it
into the ink. Again he turned to the courier.