"I'll remember."
With a quick, firm movement he turned, passed through the house, and strode toward the iron gate.
He suddenly confronted John entering.
The two brothers faced each other for a moment angrily and awkwardly, and then the anger slowly melted from the younger man's eyes.
"You are taking dinner with Miss Betty to-night?" Ned asked in friendly tones.
"Yes, I'm going with her to the White House," was the cold reply.
"I'm leaving in an hour. Don't you think it's foolish for two brothers who have been what you and I have been to each other to part like this? We may not see one another again."
John hesitated and then slowly slipped his arm around the younger man, holding him in silence. When his voice was steady he said:
"Forgive me, Boy. I was blind with anger. It meant so much to me. But we'll face it. We'll have to fight it out—as God gives us wisdom to see the right——"
Ned's hand found his, and clasped it firmly: