"There's my mother, you know," he added, apologetically, "and Jim." Jim was his younger brother and sworn chum.
"Yes, I know, Bruce, but it won't be very long for them, too, and it's a good place." "Yes, I believe it all--always did--talked rot--you'll forgive me that ?" "Don't; don't," said Moore quickly, with sharp pain in his voice, and Bruce smiled a little and closed his eyes, saying: "I'm tired." But he immediately opened them again and looked up.
"What is it ?" asked Moore, smiling down into his eyes.
"The Duke," the poor lips whispered.
"He is coming," said Moore, confidently, though how he knew I could not tell.

But even as he spoke, looking out of the window, I saw Jingo come swinging round the bluff.

Bruce heard the beat of his hoofs, smiled, opened his eyes and waited.

The leap of joy in his eyes as The Duke came in, clean, cool and fresh as the morning, went to my heart.
Neither man said a word, but Bruce took hold of The Duke's hand in both of his.

He was fast growing weaker.