The bigger boy took his little handkerchief from his neck, and with it bound his own left hand to his companion's right.
"Now I can't leave you."
"What was it the lady that kissed us said, Tommy?"
"Lord, have pity of them two fatherless children!" repeated Tommy.
"Let's say it, Tom."
And so the two babies knelt on the brink of the cliff, and raising the bound hands together, looked up at the sky, and ungrammatically said, "Lord, have pity on we two fatherless children." And then they kissed each other, and "did it."
THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
From 'His Natural Life'
It was not until they had scrambled up the beach to safety that the absconders became fully aware of the loss of another of their companions. As they stood on the break of the beach, wringing the water from their clothes, Gabbett's small eye, counting their number, missed the stroke oar.