Red Window

"Hullo, Gore!" The young soldier stopped, started, colored with annoyance, and with a surprised expression turned to look on the other soldier who had addressed him. After a moment''s scrutiny of the stranger''s genial smile he extended his hand with pleased recognition. "Conniston," said he, "I thought you were in America.""So I am; so don''t call me Conniston at the pitch of your voice, old boy....