"Thou art a brave girl, and quite able to keep thy own counsel. I have known that aforetime," and he smiled. "Indeed, madam, we could trust her to the uttermost."
"There is quite a store of some things——"
"I will tell thee—there is a false bottom to the wagon that I can raise up after the load is sold. That is my secret. And I can trust him at the Pewter Platter. I have carried more than one lot."
"There is a bagful," pulling it out of the cupboard.
"It will look like a sack of potatoes."
They all laughed.
"There is a blanket in my room. Come thither. Then thou hast little fear? It is a great relief to hear this."
"Madam, such courage must be rewarded. I should want to be with them, but that I think I can be of more service here. When the spring opens——"
He paused and looked from one to the other.
"Wilt thou go, then?" Primrose slipped her hand in his, and though her voice was just above a whisper it was an inspiration to him.