Let us--what you call--forgive and forget, eh?
Vaire good; forgive and forget." He reached out his hand, but Joe refused to take it.

'Frisco Kid nodded approval, while French Pete, still shrugging his shoulders and smiling, passed into the cabin.
"Slack off ze main-sheet," he called out, "and run down for Hunter's Point.
For one time I will cook ze dinner, and den you will say dat it is ze vaire good dinner.

Ah! French Pete is ze great cook!" "That 's the way he always does--gets real good and cooks when he wants to make up," 'Frisco Kid hazarded, slipping the tiller into the rudder-head and obeying the order.

"But even then you can't trust him." Joe nodded his head, but did not speak.

He was in no mood for conversation.
He was still trembling from the excitement of the last few moments, while deep down he questioned himself on how he had behaved, and found nothing to be ashamed of..