"Dress 'em alike, and they wouldn't be a bad pair o' brothers." Jim did not recognize the germs of change that existed in his accidental remark, but he noticed that a shade of pain passed over the lawyer's face.
"Where is the other little feller that ye used to brag over, Mr.
Balfour ?" inquired Jim.
"He's gone, Jim; I lost him.

He died a year ago." Jim had no words with which to meet intelligence of this character, so he did not try to utter any; but, after a minute of silence, he said: "That's what floors me.

Them dies that's got everything, and them lives that's got nothin'-- lives through thick and thin.

It seems sort o' strange to me that the Lord runs everything so kind o' car'less like, when there ain't nobody to bring it to his mind." Mr.Balfour made no response, and Jim resumed his oars.

But for the moon, it would have been quite dark when Number Nine was reached, but, once there, the fatigues of the journey were forgotten.