"I tell you what, boys, we ought to swear here to-night to always stand by each other--in luck and out of it! We ought to hold ourselves always at each other's call.

We ought to have a kind of password or signal, you know, by which we could summon each other at any time from any quarter of the globe!" "Come off the roof, Barker," murmured Stacy, without lifting his eyes from the fire.

But Demorest smiled and glanced tolerantly at the younger man.
"Yes, but look here, Stacy," continued Barker, "comrades like us, in the old days, used to do that in times of trouble and adventures.

Why shouldn't we do it in our luck ?" "There's a good deal in that, Barker boy," said Demorest, "though, as a general thing, passwords butter no parsnips, and the ordinary, every-day, single yelp from a wolf brings the whole pack together for business about as quick as a password.

But you cling to that sentiment, and put it away with your gold-dust in your belt." "What I like about Barker is his commodiousness," said Stacy.