The young man looked his tormentor over contemptuously, and continued his work without comment.
“Gee, but some men are damned fools though!” continued the other.
“And some are damned curs,” answered Phil.
Brenchfield bit his lip, then grinned.
“Say, Phil!––I’m sorry for all I did. Honest, I am. I want you to forget the past and forgive me. I treated you, as you say, like a cur. I’m willing to make amends and do the right thing by you as far as that is humanly possible. You and I were brought up together, Phil. That should count some.”
“It should,” agreed Phil, in a non-committal way, wondering what was behind this change of front on the part of Brenchfield.
“I am willing to have my holdings appraised and to make you a present of one half.”
“You mean you are willing to let me have the half that belongs to me?”
“If you care to put it that way,––yes!”
“Half of the proceeds of your theft?”