The police took their departure.
"What a narrow escape!" Donald said, when he had emerged from his hiding-place. His face showed pale beneath the bronze. The perspiration stood in beads upon his brow.
The friendly creature who sheltered him trembled like an aspen.
She had expected discovery, arrest, perhaps even bloodshed. She felt all a woman's exaggerated horror of police, and law, and violence.
"Forgive me," Donald said, "for coming near the house. I'll not trouble you again."
CHAPTER XXXV. ANOTHER TRUCE ASKED FOR.
The friends of the outlaw made a last effort to bring about an accommodation. A noted lawyer in Toronto had been written to, and had offered to defend him. They went to Donald, showed him the letter, and peremptorily insisted that he should give himself up, or be content to have all his friends desert him.
Perhaps the outlaw realized at last how severely he had tried his friends' patience.
"Very well," he said, "I agree to give myself up. Tell the police, and get them to suspend operations. Come back here and let me know what they say."