Then General Harran
pointed out others to him--Generals, whose names were household words in
England--a notable Admiral, and a Captain with the V.C. ribbon--earned
at Zeebrugge. He seemed to know every one, and once or twice he left his
seat to speak to a friend--during which absence Bob's friends shot him
amazed glances, with eyebrows raised in astonishment that he should be
lunching with a real Major-General. Bob was somewhat tongue-tied with
bewilderment over the fact himself. But when their cold beef came,
General Harran soon put him at his ease, leading him to talk of himself
and his plans with quiet tact. Before Bob fairly realized it he had
unfolded all his little story--even to Tommy and her hardships. The
General listened with interest.
"And was it Tommy I saw you with on Saturday?"
"Yes, sir. She was awfully interested because it was you," blurted Bob.
"You see, she and I have always been pals. I'm jolly keen to get some
place to take her to."
"And you think of Canada. Why?"
"Well--I really don't know, except that it would be out of reach of
England and unpleasantness," Bob answered. "And my money would go a lot
further there than here, wouldn't it, sir? Three thousand won't buy much
of a place in England--not to make one's living by, I mean."
"That's true. I advise every youngster to get out to one of the new
countries, and, of course, a man with a little capital has a far greater
chance.
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