I believe she knew all about it, for she used to say, 'Dick pull Gracey out of water;' and then she'd throw her arms round my neck and kiss me, and walk off to her mother.

If I'd let her drown then, and tied a stone round my neck and dropped through the reeds to the bottom of the big waterhole, it would have been better for both of us.
When John came home he was nearly as bad as the old woman, and wanted to give me a filly, but I wouldn't have it, boy as I was.

I never cared for money nor money's worth, and I was not going to be paid for picking a kid out of the water.
George Storefield, Gracey's brother, was about my own age.

He thought a lot of what I'd done for her, and years afterwards I threatened to punch his head if he said anything more about it.

He laughed, and held out his hand.
'You and I might have been better friends lately,' says he; 'but don't you forget you've got another brother besides Jim--one that will stick to you, too, fair weather or foul.' I always had a great belief in George, though we didn't get on over well, and often had fallings out.