The Rival Campers; Or, The Adventures of Henry Burns

by Ruel Perley Smith

“Hello,” he said. “We thought we’d let you have your sleep out. You must have been played out.”

“Hello,” answered Tom and Bob. “We thought you were far worse off than we,” continued Bob, “but you seem to have come out of it all right.”

Harvey had by this time come up to them. He paused, hesitatingly, for a moment, while his face flushed. Then he put out his hand.

“Will you shake hands with me?” he asked.

“‘WILL YOU SHAKE HANDS WITH ME?’ HE ASKED”

Tom and Bob, for answer, extended each his right hand and grasped that of Harvey.

“Thank you,” said Harvey, simply. “I don’t deserve it, I know.”

There may have been the faintest suspicion of moisture about his eyes.

“Come over here,” he said, and led the way to a big log that lay near the fire, close by where the crew now stood. “I want to say something to you, and so do the fellows, too.”