Bessie caught her arm.
“Tell me! tell me!” she panted.
The woman trembled under the grasp.
“Promise me, swear to me, miss, that you won’t tell who told you—that you won’t give my name up.”
“I promise,” said Bessie, solemnly; “whatever happens, you shall come to no hurt. I promise for him, as well as for myself.”
“Ah, no; he wouldn’t see me hurt!” said Liz Lee. “Well, then——”
She stopped suddenly and uttered a cry.
A carriage had dashed up to the station at a tremendous rate; the whistle of the up-train was heard in the distance.
“Quick! quick!” exclaimed Bessie.
But the woman seemed to have lost all power of speech, and was staring at the carriage from which a gentleman had alighted.