Then arose
another question: Who should tell David?
"Somehow I think," said Mrs. Thorndyke, looking from one to another of
the four who surrounded her, "it would be easier for him from one of
you. He thinks so much of your being soldiers. You know he's always
playing he's a soldier, and if--if one of you could put it to him--in a
sort of military way----"
She stopped, for this time her lips were really trembling. They looked
at one another, the four men, and there was not a volunteer for the
task. After a minute, however, Arthur, lifting his eyes from the rug
which he had been intently studying, found the others were all facing
him.
"You're the one," said Captain Stephen Thorndyke.
"I think you are," agreed Colonel Chester Thorndyke.
"It's up to you, Art," declared Cadet Lieutenant Thorndyke, with his
usual decision of manner.
So, although Arthur protested that he was not as fit for the mission as
any of the others, they would not let him off.
"You're the one he swears by," Stephen said, and Stuart added:
"Put on your old khaki clothes, Art; that'll tickle the major so he
won't mind what you tell him.
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