"I guess so," replied Smith.
"So long then, and we wish you well through it," said Hicks. "It seems mean, perhaps, Smith, but I'm not so keen on it as you. I don't know what life's worth to you. But it's worth more than this to me."
Smith reached out his hand.
"Don't apologise, old son. It's my look-out and Mandy's here. If we don't make it we shall do the other thing."
"So long," said Hicks.
"So long," said Smith.
"Baker," cried Tom, half crying.
But the Baker was fast asleep, and didn't answer. And the two who travelled by night rode slowly to the south-west.