"I shall go, then. Penn can fill my place at home. The country's need will never be greater."
There was another half fear that the loyal soul barely breathed to itself. He must be away before it came to anything beyond the half fear.
The beautiful eyes were grave, and the face had a new solemnity. Her faith inspired him.
"We have not much time to lose," he said. "You see, I must go up the rough Perkiomen road to meet the friend in waiting. We have safe points," and he smiled gravely.
Madam Wetherill pulled out the stout sack and held the top open.
"That will be a godsend. Madam, many a poor fellow's heart will be glad and his toes warm. Heaven reward thee!"
"Heaven has rewarded me in many things. If I could see the end more clearly!"
Primrose brought her little purse with its gilt clasps, and poured out her money. Madam Wetherill added her store to it.
"Art thou sure there is no risk?" she said.
"I shall be careful. One learns much shrewdness."