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Later still he heard
Natalie cross the hall, and rather loud and angry voices. He
considered, ironically, that a day which had found a part of the
nation on its knees found in his own house only dissension and
bitterness.
In the morning, at the office, Joey announced a soldier to see him,
and added, with his customary nonchalance:
"We'll be having a lot of them around now, I expect."
Clayton, glancing up from the visitor's slip in his hand, surprised
something wistful in the boy's eyes.
"Want to go, do you?"
"Give my neck to go - sir." He always added the "sir," when he
remembered it, with the air of throwing a sop to a convention he
despised.
"You may yet, you know. This thing is going to last a while. Send
him in, Joey."
He had grown attached to this lad of the streets. He found in his
loyalty a thing he could not buy.
Jackson was his caller. Clayton, who had been rather more familiar
with his back in its gray livery than with any other aspect of him,
found him strange and impressive in khaki.


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