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"Of _course_ I'm going down to New York to see him in! " shouted Dr. Redfield Pepper Burns. He waved a cable message in his good right hand. "What did I wire Leaver to wire me the date for, if not so I could be on the pier yelling when that darn chaplain of the -- -- nth gets in? Why, if Cary Ray's word is to be trusted, Black's come through hell, same as the rest of 'em. Be there? You _bet_ I'll be there."
He was there. Nothing could have stopped him. He wanted to see instantly for himself that those shoulder and thigh injuries of which Leaver had written were not going to leave any serious or permanent results. Besides -- oh, yes, he wanted to see the man himself, his friend, -- who had faced death for him, as every soldier who went had faced it, for those who were left behind. He wanted to see Robert McPherson Black, and look into those keen, dark eyes of his, and see break over the well-remembered clean-cut face that smile which Red knew the first wave of his arm would bring.