"Oh; that was different."
"I do not see it," she answered with a smile. "But you know now that I am no traitor?"
"My faith upon it, Mistress Barbara," he cried earnestly. "I knew it the instant I looked again upon your face."
"And yet——" she mused, "'tis passing strange. It would seem we have a mutual enemy. I would I knew who had betrayed us."
"And I," he answered grimly.
"You would be revenged?" she questioned curiously.
"There should be a reckoning, Mistress Barbara."
"You believed me a traitor when we were together in prison?"
"I deemed it possible. Consider, Mistress Barbara, I knew no other who could have——"
"And yet, believing that, you saved me?"