Sharp Words We Had Before The Fight; But - Now The Fight Is Done - Look, Here'S My Hand, Said The Victor Bold, "Take It - An Honest One! What, Holding Back? I Mean You Well; Though Worsted, You Strove Stoutly, Man; The Odds Were Great; I Honor You; Man Honors Man. "Still Silent, Friend? Can Grudges Be? Yet Am I Held A Foe? - Turned To The Wall, On His Cot He Lies - Never I'll Leave Him So! Brave One! I Here Implore Your Hand; Dumb Still? All Fellowship Fled? Nay, Then, I'll Have This Stubborn Hand" He Snatched It - It Was Dead.