"I'll shake hands with you, Tom," he said; "and I'm sorry that we quarrelled. But you had no right to say of me that I was a proud, lazy fool."
"I said nothing of the sort," said the Welshman. "Whatever I've said, I've said to your face. I'm not mean enough to speak against a man when his back's turned. Who told you I said so?"
"Honest Steve."
It flashed across the Welshman's mind, that they had both been deceived by Honest Steve.
"You remember my telling you my story, Dick, when we camped out?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You remember that part about my mother?"
"Yes"
"And the Bible she gave me?"
"Yes."