"Yes, we ought to get you out very quickly," he said.
"Good," said William. "Thanks _awfully_."
"Walters will tell you just what to do. He's a pal of mine. I'll give
you a note to him."
So in another minute the overjoyed William was following a messenger
girl to the room of Lieutenant Walters.
Walters was very cheerful. The thing to do, he said, was to go to
Sanders. Sanders would get him out in half-an-hour. He'd give William
a note, and then Sanders would do his best. The overjoyed William
followed the messenger girl to Sanders.
"That's all right," said Sanders a few minutes later. "We can get you
out at once on this. Do you know Briggs?"
"Briggs," said William, with a sudden sinking feeling.
"I'll give you a note to him. He knows all about it. He'll get you out
at once."
"Thank you," said William faintly.
He put the note in his pocket and strode briskly out in search of the
dear old queue.
"It will be quicker after all," he told himself, as he took his place
at the end of the queue next to a Lieutenant in the Manchesters.
("Don't crowd him," said a policeman to William; "he wants air.
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