McLean was not surprised at the silence, for he found that talking came none too easily just then.
"All right," he said.

"I will write it on the roll--James Ross McLean." "Thank you mightily," said Freckles.

"That makes me feel almost as if I belonged, already." "You do," said McLean.

"Until someone armed with every right comes to claim you, you are mine.

Now, come and take a bath, have some supper, and go to bed." As Freckles followed into the lights and sounds of the camp, his heart and soul were singing for joy..