"I'm glad you haven't," returned Ordway, quietly, "for you would be disappointed."
"You mean you wouldn't trust me?"
"I mean there's no place there. Whether I trust you or not is another question—and I don't."
"Do you think I'd turn sneak?"
"I think if you stay in Tappahannock that I'll clear out."
"Well, you're a darn disagreeable chap," said Wherry, indignantly, "particularly after all you've had to say about the prodigal. But, all the same," he added, as his natural amiability got the better of his temper, "it isn't likely that I'll pitch my tent here, so you needn't begin to pack for a day or two at least."
"Do you expect to go shortly?"
"How about to-morrow? Would that suit you?"
"Yes," said Ordway, gravely, "better than the day afterward." He threw the bit of wood away and looked steadily into the other's face. "If I can help you live honestly, I am ready to do it," he added.
"Ready? How?"