There was a good-by message for Bertram, and one for Cyril.

Aunt Hannah was remembered, and even little Tommy Dunn.
Then, gradually, a gray shadow crept over the wasted features.

The words came more brokenly.

The mind, plainly, was wandering, for old Pete was young again, and around him were the lads he loved, William, Cyril, and Bertram.

And then, very quietly, soon after the clock struck six, Pete fell into the beginning of his long sleep..