“Yes.”
“And, Andrew, keep the money you get for them to buy snuff.”
“Good-bye, Andrew.”
“Good-bye. Mind you take care of yourself.”
“I’ll do that for my mother’s sake.”
Andrew pressed Harry’s soft hand between his two horny palms for just a moment.
“God bless you, Harry!” he muttered.
He could not trust himself to say more, his heart was too full.
Then away went Harry, grasping his stick in his hand and trudging on manfully over the hills, with his face to the east.
By and by the sun rose, and with it rose Harry’s spirits. He thought no more of the past. That was gone. He felt a man now; he felt he had a future before him, and on this alone he permitted his thoughts to rest.