"I cannot bear to have him laugh, also! I cannot bear!" Heywood clapped him on the shoulder, and gave a queer cough.
"If that's all, never you fear! I'll teach you your guard.

'Once in a while we can finish in style.' Eh ?--Rudie, you blooming German, I--I think we must have been brothers! We'll pull it off yet." Heywood spoke with a strange alacrity, and tried again to cough.

This time, however, there was no mistake--he was laughing.
Rudolph shot at him one glance of startled unbelief, and then, tossing his head, marched on without a word.

Pride and loneliness overwhelmed him.

The two at his side were no companions--not even presences.