'He need not on that account fear me.'
'True. The great thing is the plain fact that association with the club has saved your life so far. I think——' He yawned widely.
'I think that you are more than half asleep,' finished George. 'Your bed is there, under the tree, and here is a blanket for you.'
Terence threw himself down at once, but almost immediately sprang up again. 'Give me your hand, George,' he said.
'What's the matter now?' asked George, obeying.
'Brute that I am, I have never even thanked you. But you know, old fellow—my dear old chum, you know——' He paused, blinking hard.
'I should think I did!' cried George, capering with the pain of that friendly squeeze. 'Brute! You are indeed. A grizzly isn't in it with you. Away with you to bed, and don't talk any more nonsense.'
'I won't,' said Terence seriously; 'but I will do at last what I ought to have done at first.' Without a word more he dropped upon his knees and buried his face in his hands. A few minutes later he rose quietly, and with a nod at George, lay down upon his fern-bed and prepared to sleep.