“Of course,” said Cleves.
“All right. I’ve a coon and a surrey behind your house.”
So Cleves went around in the dusk and sent the outfit back to the hotel, and he himself carried in Recklow’s suitcase.
Then Tressa went away to give instructions, and the two men were left together on the dusky veranda.
“Well?” said Recklow quietly.
Cleves went to him and rested both hands on his shoulders:
“I’m playing absolutely square. She’s a perfectly fine girl and she’ll have her chance some day, God willing.”
“Her chance?” repeated Recklow.
“To marry whatever man she will some day care for.”
“I see,” said Recklow drily.