two rings, magnificent jewels.

Warren shook his head. "I hope we won't have to use them," he said.

"What of that?" said Ivan. "Jewels, even family jewels, do not count
for much beside the dear ones. Ah, Warren," said Ivan, "it is hard for
boys to talk, even here in Poland, where it is easier to say what is in
one's heart than it seems to be with you Americans. But let me tell
you now all that I think. We do not know what we may get into today,
what peril -- maybe death. I feel danger approaching; I cannot say
how. All the people of my house have been able to foresee disaster.
What it is I know not. So I will say that so long as I do live, I will
never cease to love you and yours. I want you to take this ring that
we have held so long and if we are parted, wear it for the sake of
Prince Ivan of Poland."

Warren swallowed hastily. "Same here!" he said. "You know darned well
I'm strong for you, Old Ivy Scout." He felt hastily in all his
pockets. "Haven't a thing to swap," be continued, "not a --" He drew
out his hand with something in it. "Guess this will have to do," he
said. "It's a buffalo nickel, but I brought it from home. You can
have it."

"Thank you so much. I will always keep it," said Ivan. It was so.
Years after, if Warren could have looked into the future, he would have
seen a magnificent figure at court, one decoration on his jeweled
breast being a coin around which sparkled a double row of priceless
diamonds. The coin was only, a nickel but that mattered not to Prince
Ivan.