Afteramoment’ssurprise，Craigrosetohisfeet，and，facinghimsquarely，tooktheofferedhandinbothofhisandhelditfastwithoutaword.Graemewasthefirsttospeak，andhisvoicewasdeepwithemotion——
’Youareagreatman，agoodman.I’dgivesomethingtohaveyourgrit.’
PoorCraigstoodlookingathim，notdaringtospeakforsomemoments，thenhesaidquietly——
’Notgoodnorgreat，but，thankGod，notquiteatraitor.’
’Goodman！’wentonGraeme，pattinghimontheshoulder.’Goodman！Butit’stough.’