“I’ll make a bargain with you, Bert,” said Hansel.
“What sort of a bargain?” asked the other suspiciously.
“If you won’t send that I’ll report for work to-morrow and I’ll play, Cameron or no Cameron! What do you say?”
Bert stared a moment, and Hansel saw hope take the place of gloom on his face.
“Do you mean it?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” answered Hansel. “Here’s my hand on it.”
Bert took it, laughed uncertainly, rubbed a hand across his eyes and pushed back his chair. Then he tore up the note and dropped the pieces in the wastebasket.
“Let’s go to dinner,” he said.