You look like my Pierre!" came frankly.
"Thanks, Ba'tiste." Barry said it in wholehearted manner.

"You don't know how grateful I am for a little true friendliness." "Grateful?
Peuff! You?
Bah, you shall go back, and they will ask who helped you when you were hurt, and you--you will not even remember what is the name." "Hardly that." Barry pulled thoughtfully at the covers.

"In the first place, I'm not going back, and in the second, I haven't enough true friends to forget so easily.

I--I--" Then his jaw dropped and he lay staring ahead, out to the shadows beneath the pines and the stalwart cross which kept watch there.

"I--" "You act funny again.