"Tom, old boy," the young leader cried, "you mean well, but we are told by the preacher that the kingdom of God cometh not of observation—it must be from within."
"Just goin' over his Sunday-school lesson with him, Chief."
Joe made a hostile movement, and Norman stepped between them.
"Come! You two big kids—enough of this now, shake hands and make up!"
The men both hung back stubbornly.
Norman turned to Tom.
"Were you not partners and friends before you joined the Brotherhood?"
"Yes," the old miner replied grudgingly. "We bin tergether twelve years an' we worked an' played tergether, starved an' froze tergether, lived tergether, an' slept under the same blanket—he's the only partner I ever had—an' he's my best friend"—Tom paused and choked—"but I don't like 'im!"
"Shake hands and make up!" Barbara laughed.
They hung back a moment longer until Barbara's smile became resistless.