The last words Reg said to me when he went off were, `Keep your eye on young Gedge, don't forget'; the very last words, and he's reminded me of my promise in every letter since.

I've been a cad, I know, not to see more of you; but you mustn't go thinking that you've no friends.

If it were only for Reg's sake I'd stick to you.

Don't blame him, though, for I know he thinks a lot about you, and it would break his heart if you went to the bad.

Of course you can help going to the bad, old man; we can all help it." The boy looked up with the clouds half brushed away from his face.
"I don't want to go to the bad," said he; "but I sort of feel I'm bound to go, unless some one sticks up for me.