'
'That I do, old fellow,' said Graeme, putting out his hand. 'I'll be
hanged if I won't do anything you say.'
'That's why I won't say,' replied Craig. Then reverently he added, 'the
organisation is not mine. It is my Master's.'
'When are you going to begin?' asked Graeme.
'We shall have our communion service in two weeks, and that will be our
roll-call.'
'How many will answer?' I asked doubtfully.
'I know of three,' he said quietly.
'Three! There are two hundred miners and one hundred and fifty
lumbermen! Three!' and Graeme looked at him in amazement. 'You think it
worth while to organise three?'
'Well,' replied Craig, smiling for the first time, 'the organisation
won't be elaborate, but it will be effective, and, besides, loyalty
demands obedience.'
We sat long that afternoon talking, shrinking from the breaking up; for
we knew that we were about to turn down a chapter in our lives which we
should delight to linger over in after days. And in my life there is but
one brighter. At last we said good-bye and drove away; and though many
farewells have come in between that day and this, none is so vividly
present to me as that between us three men.
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