"So am I," said Frank, "and I feel very much inclined to enjoy the dolce far niente and just let things slide."
"So do I. Wouldn't you rather be a barrister though than a Crusoe?"
"Oh, Fred, just think of being stowed away in a stuffy cobwebby old office in smoky London, and thinking nothing about, or knowing nothing about, such a glorious free and easy life as this.
"True, Frank, and to think that it is not a long time since we were away down at the bottom of the map, as you might say, in the darkness and cold that reigns perpetually around the southern sea of ice! And to think, Frank, that I should have found you there!"
"That is the best of it. Oh, it just had to be, Fred!"
"Well," replied Fred, "I'm so glad. And do you remember the vow we made when little chaps, and while playing at Crusoes in Scotland?"
"What, to be brothers, Fred? Yes, lad, and here I do renew it."
Once more hands were clasped and eye met eye.
"Brothers yet," said Frank.
"Brothers ever," said Fred.