It is ours.

We have the right to it.

If they withhold it in injustice, have we not the right to lay hands on it ourselves ?" "Ay, verily!" answered Tom in a whisper, his eyes fixed upon the burning eyes of Lord Claud, which seemed to fascinate and hold him as the snake does the bird.
Then Lord Claud approached and laid a hand upon Tom's shoulder, and standing over him, talked long and earnestly in a low, quiet voice, which nevertheless sounded trumpet-like in his ears.
Tom sat perfectly still, gazing at him and uttering no word, but within his heart the fire seemed to glow and kindle; and when Lord Claud paused and searched his face with his keen glance, he saw no faltering there.
"Then we are brothers once again, Tom! Brothers now and always!" "Now and always!" echoed Tom, in a voice almost the echo of Lord Claud's.

"Now and always!".