"Now, sweetheart, we must think with all our wits."
"It must be to-night, Rob," Prue urged. "They might carry out the sentence to-morrow. It must be to-night."
"To-night be it."
"And what shall we do?"
"There is but the one way that I can think of. Enter the shed by the hidden door, and fetch her out thence."
"Oh, Rob, that sounds so easy," cried Prue, a note of disappointment in her voice.
"Does it indeed, madame?" he laughed. "And what if the door be barred within, or I meet with a sentry, or the other prisoners should betray me, or I cannot find the lady, or she will not come?"
Prue gasped in dismay at this terrible list of possibilities.
"Oh! it is too dangerous, Rob," she urged with a sudden shrinking terror.
"Nay, but we'll e'en try it. For indeed I do not think any such misadventure likely to befall us."