Then he moved to leave the hut.
"Come along," he said.
"Michael!"
There was such breaking unbelief and joy in the cry. Michael turned and caught the boy's expression.
"You're coming along with me, Potch," he said.
Potch still stood regarding him with a dazed expression of worshipful homage and gratitude. Michael put out his hand, and Potch clasped it.
"You and me," he said, "we both seem to be in the same boat, Potch.... Neither of us has got a mate. I'll be wanting someone to work with now. We'd better be mates."
They went out of the hut together.