It was evident that the man was putting forth an effort to speak pleasantly. This was very surprising to Bob and at once put him on his guard.
“Will you come in?” he invited stepping back into the room.
The big Frenchman followed him.
“Now what can we do for you?”
A broad grin lighted up the evil features of the man as he replied.
“I come ask pardon for las’ night. I tink you spy, oui. Now I know you no spy. I geet mad las’ night. No mad now. You forgeeve, oui?”
“Sure thing. That’s all right,” Bob replied easily. “I get mad sometimes myself,” he added with a smile.
“Dat ver’ bon. I got go to Skowhegan and lak’ be friend with boys.”
“When do you start?” Bob asked.
“Ver’ queek.”