Let's forget, for a little while.

God knows what's going to happen to both of us to-morrow or next day, and it'll be easier to die with company than alone, won't it?
Let's forget that you're the Law and I'm the Man, and that I've killed one or two.

We're both in the same boat, and we might as well be a little bit friendly for a few hours, and shake hands, and be at peace when the last minute comes.

If we get out of this, and find grub, we'll fight fair and square, and the best man wins.

Be square with me, old man, and I'll be square with you, s'elp me God!" He reached out a hand, gnarled, knotted, covered with callouses and scars, and with a strange sound in his throat Philip caught it tightly in his own.
"I'll be square.