You will do it, for love of mother Bhaer, who always loved her "firebrand" and hoped to save him ?' 'I will,' answered Dan, with a sudden brightening of face that was like a sunburst through a cloud, full of promise though so short-lived and rare.
Mrs Jo turned at once to the books and began to talk of them, knowing well that Dan would not hear any more just then.

He seemed relieved; for it was always hard for him to show his inner self, and he took pride in hiding it as an Indian does in concealing pain or fear.
'Hallo, here's old Sintram! I remember him; used to like him and his tantrums, and read about 'em to Ted.

There he is riding ahead with Death and the Devil alongside.' As Dan looked at the little picture of the young man with horse and hound going bravely up the rocky defile, accompanied by the companions who ride beside most men through this world, a curious impulse made Mrs Jo say quickly: 'That's you, Dan, just you at this time! Danger and sin are near you in the life you lead; moods and passions torment you; the bad father left you to fight alone, and the wild spirit drives you to wander up and down the world looking for peace and self-control.

Even the horse and hound are there, your Octoo and Don, faithful friends, unscared by the strange mates that go with you.

You have not got the armour yet, but I'm trying to show you where to find it.