Then George said,—
“You were right, Jim, after all. If I had listened to you I should have been wiser.”
“Never mind, old man, you’ll know better another time.”
“I shall never have the chance, Jim.”
“Don’t say that, George; every one hopes you’ll get better.”
George smiled again, then said,—
“Jim, you will look after my father and mother, won’t you? You know I’ve got a little money now, and they will be comfortably off, but you’ll go and see them now and then?”
Jim laid his hand on the wasted hand of his friend.
“And, Jim, I want you to take my watch when I’m gone. I always valued it as much as anything, and I’d like you to have it.”
Poor Jim could say nothing, he only gave another pressure of his friend’s hand.