We'll forget the whole incident." "Thank you." Then to Ba'tiste he went, to bang him on the shoulder, and with an effort to whirl him about.

"Well!" he demanded, in an echo of Ba'tiste's own thundering manner, "shall we stand here and weep?
Or--" "Eet was my fault!" The French-Canadian still stared at the ruins.
"Eet is all Ba'teese' fault--" "I thought you were my friend, Ba'tiste." "_Sacre_! I am." "Then show it! We'll not be able to make a case against the firebugs--even though you and I may be fairly sure who did it.

Anyway, it isn't going to break us.

I've got about fifteen thousand in the bank.

There's enough lumber around here to build a new saw-shed of a sort, and money to buy a few saws, even if we can't have as good a place as we had before.