The woman buried her face in her hands and sobbed softly.
"Do you mean, Miss," asked Mr. Wyman anxiously, through the opening, "that they told you that to-morrow—that to-morrow——" He could not finish the sentence, but she understood him and nodded her head.
"Yes—to-morrow—at dawn."
Harry stooped down and whispered:
"Do not fear, Miss Juanita, it will not be at dawn to-morrow, nor any other day. But much will depend upon yourself, so dry your eyes, Miss, and be ready to do your part when the time comes."
The woman looked up at him wonderingly.
"Have you heard from him?" she asked.
"Not yet, but you will if you will only arouse yourself a bit and be ready to do as I tell you when I come back."
Harry turned from her quickly and hastily climbing through the passage, touched the spring that closed it.
"Now, Mr. Wyman," he said, as the stone rolled into place. "You have seen and heard."