Let's try being friends for a change." They stood facing one another; the one serene, honest, inviting; the other dejected and doubting.

But as their eyes met the fires kindled again in Clapperton's face, and the cloud swept off his brow.

He pulled his hand from his pocket and held it out.
"Done with you, Yorke.

You're the last fellow in Fellsgarth I expected to call friend just now.".