Charley held out his hand for it without looking at the other.
Evan no longer blamed Charley for what had seemed like treachery. Indeed, his heart was warm now towards his old friend. "Don't you want to stop and talk things over?" he said.
"I have nothing to say to you," Charley said sorely, and went on out.
Evan, with a sigh, turned bedwards.
CHAPTER XXIII
SIMEON DEAVES TURNS PHILANTHROPIST
During his long vigil beside the spruce tree a scheme for dealing out poetic justice all around had occurred to Evan. Of course one can never tell in advance how people are going to take things, but he had chuckled and resolved to try it anyhow. So full was he of his scheme, even in sleep, that he awoke in an hour, and bathed, dressed and breakfasted at his usual time.
On the slip of paper that Corinna had given Evan was written:
Thomas Dordess,
— Broadway,
Give Weir the bonds.
C. PLAYFAIR.