"One of them won't," said Harry. "Mrs. Pigeon will soon go. Well, you know the reason of that." "Yes; she gives all her food to her little girl. Women are good creatures, Hal." "Such as she are. Jim, old boy, a sudden weakness has come over me. Put your face closer to mine--I want to kiss you. Good old boy--good old boy!" They did not speak for some time after that. Heartsease was the first to break silence. "Hal, old fellow," he said, "we shall meet somewhere by and by." "Sure to," said Harry; "somewhere, somehow. It is awfully grand to think of--it is good to believe. I am glad I never did any great wrong to sting me now. Jim, depend upon it, there is only one true religion; that is, the religion of being kind and tender and unselfish--the religion of doing unto others as you would others should do unto you, and of living a good life. Give me the man who does that, and who believes in the goodness and greatness of God. All the rest is mummery. We have agreed upon that, haven't we old boy?" "Ay, times out of mind." "Now, I tell you what I am going to do. I don't want to quite starve to death--it would be too painful; it's frightful to bear even now. I don't want to commit suicide, although to throw one's self into the water just now would be, in a certain measure, justifiable. I am going to draw myself close to the edge of the raft; then I am going to sleep. If the waves should chance to wash me over in the night--good! Let them; then I shall know something." "All right, Hal; I'll lie by your side. Goodnight, old fellow." "Goodnight." When the sun rose again, those two good friends had gone to their rest, to meet again. Somewhere--Somehow!