The Major lifted a bundle out of the depths of the hedge, slung it on his stick, and stood waiting, his face again illuminated with the glow of his pipe.

He had handed the new parcel to Gertie without a word.
"Well, good-by again, old man," said Frank, holding out his hand.

He, too, Jack saw, had his small bundle wrapped up in the red handkerchief, as on the bridge when they had first met.

Jack took his hand and shook it.

He could say nothing.
Then the three turned and set their faces up the slope.