She stopped him with an impatient gesture, went close to him, and grasped his arm.
"I tell you," she whispered, "this place is not safe for you; get on toward Wilson's as fast as your mules can carry you."
"Surely you can not mean—"
"No matter what! Sir, I ask you, for my sake, a poor, defenseless woman, to go! I have done all for your friend that is in my power; you only endanger his life—mine too, by staying here."
He bowed, stupefied by her words.
"Certainly," he said; "after that I can not urge you."
"I knew you would not; only go—don't wait an instant!"
She spoke with feverish haste, and her whole appearance was that of a person driven to the verge of distraction by fear and anxiety.
"I can give you food," she added, "or spirits—"
"Thank you; we have every thing with us that will be necessary."