It was absurd to accuse him of a secret and deliberately planned
visit.
Willie was a simple, single-minded soul and now that Janoah and his
malicious influence had been removed, he dropped comfortably back into
a tranquillity from which, when viewed in perspective, his former
suspicions seemed both unjust and ridiculous. Suppose Mr. Galbraith
did happen to be a boat-builder? Was he not Bob's friend and Delight's
uncle, a gentleman of honor who had money enough without stooping to
secure more by treachery? And did it not follow that since Mr.
Snelling was in his employ he must be a person of reputable character?
A fig for Janoah Spence's accusations!
Willie blew a contemptuous whiff of smoke into the air. How had he
ever dropped to being so base as to credit them for an instant? He was
ashamed for having done so.
Therefore whole-heartedly he gave his hand to Robert Morton, and if the
act were a mute petition for forgiveness it was none the less sincere
in its intent and was met with an equal spirit of good will.
"I suppose now that everything is complete, there is no reason why we
can't present the thing to Zenas Henry right away, is there?"
questioned Bob, who with hands thrust deep in his trousers' pockets
contemplated with satisfaction the product of their joint toil.
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