“Shake hands,” cried Sir Gordon firmly; and he took the strong, brown hand, slowly raised.
“There is my forgiveness for the past—and—yes—that of the truest, sweetest woman I ever knew. Now, as to your future, do as you say, go into the bush and take up land—new land in this new country, and begin your new life. I shall touch nothing at the Gully House—place, horses, money, they are yours.”
“Mine?” exclaimed Crellock.
“Yes; I have more than ever I shall want; and as to that money which I had always looked upon as lost, if it makes you into what you say you will strive to be, it is the best investment I ever made.”
“But—”
“Good-bye.”