Caddy Buddy books

"Carruthers."
And so he was looking out moodily, almost savagely, across the water
when the temptation came to him.
He would not have minded quite so much if Carruthers had been alive,
but he was dead and slept in the now silent Salient where a little
cross marked his bed. Alive one could have striven against him, striven
desperately, although Carruthers had always been rather a proposition.
But now it seemed hopeless--a man cannot strive with a memory. It was
not fair--so the man's thoughts were running. He had shared Carruthers'
risks, although he had come back. This persistent and exclusive
devotion to a man who would never return to her was morbid. Suddenly,
his mind was made up.
"Olive," he said.
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"What I am going to tell you I do for both our sakes. You will probably
think I'm a cad, but I'm taking the risk." He was sitting up but did
not meet her eyes.
"What on earth are you talking about?" she demanded.
"You know that--apart from you--Carruthers and I were pals?"
"Yes," she said wondering.


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