He had never experienced the deep, stirring spirit of comradeship, the unselfish affection which sometimes unites the hearts of men; he had had no "chum" during his youth.

But this feeling that came over him whenever he looked at Dade was strangely like that which he had for his horse, Blackleg.

It was deeper, perhaps, and disturbed him more, yet it was the same.

At the same time, it was different.
But he could not tell why.

He liked to have Dade around him, and one day when the latter went to Lazette on some errand for Betty he felt queerly depressed and lonesome.