“I hadn’t. I could hate you even if you did save my life, but since you saved Cassie’s, I can hate you no longer. I believe Storms’ first shot would have killed her.”
“Perhaps so.”
“You bore him down just in time. Keep the secret, and be my friend.”
He held out his hand, which Frank grasped.
“All right,” said Merry; “I am glad to be your friend. As for the secret, some day Cassie will tell you that herself. We may part here, but I wish you good fortune.”
“Part?” said Havener. “I hope not. Haley has struck an angel.”
“A what?”
“An angel—a chap with money who will back the show. We are going to reorganize and go on.”
“Hurrah!” cried Frank. “That is good news!”