So Jerry, being wise in his generation, held his peace.
Suddenly Errington faced round and laid his hands on the boy's shoulder.
"Jerry," he said, and his voice shook with some deep emotion.

"Thank God--thank Him every day of your life--that you're free and untrammelled.

All the world's yours if you choose to take it.

Some of us are shackled--our arms tied behind our backs.

And oh, my God! How they ache to be free!" The blue eyes were full of a keen anguish, the stern mouth wry with pain.