Harry Furness was a fair and merry-looking boy; good humor was the distinguishing characteristic of his face; his somewhat bright and fashionably cut clothes were carelessly put on, and it was clear that no thought of his own appearance or good looks entered his mind.

He wore his hair in ringlets, and had on his head a broad hat of felt with a white feather, while his companion wore a plain cap, and his hair was cut closely to his head.
"It is a bad business, Harry," the latter said, "but, there is one satisfaction that, come what may, nothing can disturb our friendship.

We have never had a quarrel since we first met at the old school down there, six years ago.

We have been dear friends always, and my only regret has been that your laziness has prevented our being rivals, for neither would have grudged the other victory." "No, indeed, Herbert.

But there was never a chance of that.