"I remember that day very well." "We told each other our names, I remember, and what each meant to do in the world.

We hardly foresaw this day." "It is not easy to foresee," said Rand slowly.

"If we could, we might--" "We might foresee our last meeting," smiled Cary, "as we remember our first." He took a glass of wine from a passing servant and put it to his lips, "To another meeting, in the wood!" he said, "since I may not quite drink to your victory." "Ah, my victory!" answered Rand.

"When I have it, I don't know that I shall care for it! That's a handsome youth, your brother--and he has worked for you like a Trojan! I'll drink to your brother!" "Here are the Green Spring folk!" cried a voice.

"They always vote like gentlemen!" The Green Spring folk were a squadron, and they voted Cary again within sight of the goal.