He seemed
to be thoroughly in earnest. Perhaps he regarded his point of view as
right, and Dick, a boy of thought and resource, saw that it was not worth
while to make a quarrel. But he resolved to remember Watson, feeling
that the course of events might bring them together again.
"I suppose it's as you say," he said. "You're a man of affairs and you
ought to know."
Watson smiled at him. Dick felt that the contractor had been telling
the truth when he said that he was inclined to like him. Perhaps he was
honest and supplied good materials, when others supplied bad.
"You will shake hands with me, Mr. Mason," he said. "You think that
I will be hostile to you, but maybe some day I can prove myself your
friend. Young soldiers often need friends."
His eyes twinkled and his smile widened. In spite of his appearance and
his proposition, something winning had suddenly appeared in the manner of
this man. Dick found himself shaking hands with him.
"Good-bye, Mr. Mason," said Watson. "It may be that we shall meet on the
field, although I shall not be within range of the guns.
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