Then the crowd broke all about them. The boy was carried off his feet. It was like swimming amid breakers.
He caught a tumbling glimpse of Nelson stretching a hand over many heads to the Parson; and his eye read the words,
"But for you, old friend!"
Then dimly, as in a dream, he was butting his way towards the boat, he and the Parson, Nelson between them.
A hand touched his—a touch, no more; but it was the Nelson-touch.
Then he would have liked to die.
Earth contained no more for him; and he was sure of heaven.
[ I will answer no questions about this book—A. O.]