He held him close, and the Kid did not struggle.

He dropped his face against Luck's shoulder, and began to fight back his tears.
"Listen, pardner," said Luck softly, one hand caressing the Kid's cheek.
"You and I ought to sabe each other better than most folks, because we're pals.

Now, I want you to go with me a heap more than you want to go; just tuck that away in your mind where you won't lose it.

I want you, but I wouldn't have you without Doctor Dell's free and willing consent.

I need you for my pal; and I could teach you a lot that would be useful to you.
But they need you a whole lot worse than I do.