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They agreed with him again, and, in order that he might be fresh and
strong for his journey, Harry was sent to his bedroom. Everything
would be made ready for him, and Colonel Kenton would call him at the
appointed hour. As he withdrew he bade them in turn good night, and
they returned his courtesy gravely.
It was one thing to go to his room, but it was another to sleep.
He undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. Only when he was alone did
he realize the tremendous change that had come into his life. Nor into
his life alone, but into the lives of all he knew, and of millions more.
It had ceased snowing and the wind was still. The earth was clothed
in deep and quiet white, and the pines stood up, rows of white cones,
silvered by the moonlight. Nothing moved out there. No sound came.
He felt awed by the world of night, and the mysterious future which must
be full of strange and great events.
He lay down between the covers and, although sleep was long in coming,
it came at last and it was without dreams.
CHAPTER II
A COURIER TO THE SOUTH
Harry was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. It was yet dark
outside, but a small lamp burned on his table.
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