Is that agreed!' 'With all my heart,' cried Sir Gervas.
'Then here's a bumper to our better acquaintance,' cried Saxon, raising his glass.
'I pledge ye all,' quoth the gallant.

'Here's to a fair fight, and may the best men win.' 'Donnerblitz, man!' said Saxon.

'I believe there's mettle in you for all your gay plumes.

I do conceive a liking for you.

Give me your hand!' The soldier of fortune's great brown grip enclosed the delicate hand of our new friend in a pledge of comradeship.