Three Boys; Or, The Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai - George Manville Fenn

“Remember?” said a bronzed cavalry officer to a tall, sedate-looking young country gentleman, as they sat together on the deck of The Mackhai’s yacht, gliding slowly up the great sea loch.

“Do I remember what?”

“Where I picked you up from the steamer when you first came down?”

“To be sure I do, Ken, old fellow! Why, it must have been just here. Why, Ken, that’s fifteen years ago!”

“Exactly, almost to a month. And I’ve been all around the world since then. How does it make you feel?”

“How?” cried Max, laying his hand upon the other’s shoulder; “as if we were boys again. And you?”

“As if the memories of boyhood can never die.”

The End.