Then Harry, the more emotional of the two, and conscious that the veil of antagonism was still between them, thrust out his hand suddenly and said: "Whatever happens, Dick, you and I must not quarrel over it.

Let's pledge our word here and now that, being of the same blood and having grown up together, we will always be friends." The color in the cheeks of the other boy deepened.

A slight moisture appeared in his eyes.

He was, on the whole, more reserved than Harry, but he, too, was stirred.

He took the outstretched hand and gave it a strong clasp.
"Always, Harry," he replied.