You will take up the quest till you succeed or die.

The struggle has been mine, may you live to win the Star.

You will persevere, will you not, Leonard ?" "Yes, Tom, I will." "Give me your hand on it, old fellow." Leonard Outram knelt down beside his dying brother, and they clasped each other's hands.
"Now let me sleep awhile.

I am tired.

Do not be afraid, I shall wake before the--end." Hardly had the words passed his lips when his eyes closed and he sank into stupor or sleep.
His brother Leonard sat down upon a rude seat, improvised out of an empty gin-case.