"No," said Roscoe, with that little sneer of self-disgust. "I never told."
"It would of spoiled it all if you had. You got to be careful never to tell. You got to be specially careful, now you"re a soldier--and look so fine and straight."
"Don"t, Tom."
"You got to promise you"ll never tell," said Tom, scenting danger in Roscoe"s manner. "Will you?"
"Have you got any money at all, Tom?"
"You got to promise you"ll never let "em know about it now. Do you?"
"Never mind that, Tom----"
"You"ve got to. Do you?" Tom persisted.
"Can"t you trust to a soldier"s honor, Tom, without pinning him down?"
"Do you promise?"
"Won"t you trust a friend? Won"t you trust a soldier"s honor, Tom?"
"Yes," said Tom. "I will."
For a few moments Roscoe sat breathing audibly and staring at Tom as if hardly knowing what to do or say next.
"Do you know where I"m going now?" he asked, feeling the necessity of speaking.
"Maybe I could guess," said Tom: "you"re going up River Road. I bet she said you looked fine in your uniform."
"Yes, I"m going there. I"m going to take her to a racket in Bridgeboro."
"It"s funny how I met you here," said Tom.
"You walked all the way out on the turnpike road, I suppose. Tom," he broke off suddenly, "there isn"t any time to sit here and talk now; listen. It seems as if all these weeks had been wiped out and we were back up on that mountain again."
"I knew you"d like it up there; I----"
"Never mind that; listen. We"re back just where we were that night. We can make everything all right."
"Everything _is_ all right."
"No, it isn"t; everything _isn"t_ all right--old man. Tom, there"s a meeting to-night, a sort of jumble--Y. M. C. A., scouts, and I don"t know what all. Ellsworth nailed me for it. I"ve got to give the bunch a little spiel.--Tom, I want you to come to it----"
"I----"
"Now, don"t start that; listen. It"s in the new Y. M. C. A. Hall. I know you haven"t got any clothes, if that"s what you want to say, and I don"t care a hang about your clothes. I don"t ask you to blow in with the rest of them and sit in the audience," he went on hurriedly. "But just stroll around after everything"s started and the lights are down. They couldn"t see you--they won"t notice you. Just stand in back."
"They got no use for me; they----"
"This is between you and me, old man; n.o.body else has got anything to do with it. Go down to Mrs. What"s-her-name"s----"
"O"Connor"s," said Tom.
"Go down there and wash up, if you want to--I don"t care. Only promise me you"ll come around. I want you to see me make a show of myself.
You"ll have a good laugh--you old grouch," he added, with sudden good humor, "and after it"s over we"ll go up to my house and have a good long talk."
"I"ve often pa.s.sed your house," said Tom.
"I"m going down to camp on a milk train about two A. M. This may be the last chance for us to see each other," Roscoe still spoke hurriedly; "they"re sending troops across every week, Tom."
"I know they are."
"When I left you up on that mountain, Tom, I promised to come right back and register; and I did it, didn"t I?"
"I told you n.o.body"d ever find out about that----"
"Never mind that. Will you do something for _me_ now? Will you say you"ll come?"
Tom hesitated. "I always said you"d be good at making speeches, and that kind of thing, but----"
Roscoe thrust his hand straight out. "Give me your hand, Tom, and say you"ll come."
"Maybe I will."
"Say you"ll come."
"I"d only stand in back after they put the lights down."
"Say you"ll come," Roscoe persisted.
"All right."
"Sure, now?"
"I ain"t the kind that breaks my word," said Tom dully. "But besides that, I want to hear you."
Roscoe held his hand tight for a full minute. Then they parted and he hurried along the River Road.
He was already late, but he would probably have hurried anyway, for when the heart is dancing it is hard for the feet to move slowly. And Roscoe"s heart was dancing. He could "see straight" now, all right. To be a soldier you must see straight as well as shoot straight.
He swung along the River Road with a fine air, as if he owned it, and pa.s.sing a small boy (bound across the river, perhaps) he lifted the youngster"s hat off and handed it to him with a laugh. When he reached the Ellison cottage he deliberately kept pushing the bell b.u.t.ton again and again, just out of sheer exuberance, until Margaret herself threw the door open and exclaimed,
"What in the world is the matter?"
"Nothing; can"t you take a joke?"
"You"re late," she said.