"Jack Witherspoon must make his words good when he comes." He had already half determined to frankly meet Hugh Worthington with a demand for a clearing up of the whole mystery of his youthful dependence.
The telegram from Jersey City disarmed all his resentment.

It was addressed: "Dear Old Boy: Forget hasty words.

Am tired with travel; worn out.
Remember the old friendship.

Stay in our rooms.

Will return in three days.