“My lady,” said Moss, “we tracked the carriage into the next county, to a place thirty miles from here—to a lodge—and there they stopped us. The place is well guarded with men and great big dogs. We heerd 'em bark, didn't us, Will?”
“Ay,” said Drake, dejectedly.
“The man as kept the lodge was short, but civil. Says he, 'This is a place nobody comes in but by law, and nobody goes out but by law. If the gentleman is here you may go home and sleep; he is safe enough.'”
“A prison? No!”
“A 'sylum, my lady.”
CHAPTER XXI.
THE lady put her hand to her heart, and was silent a long time.
At last she said, doggedly but faintly, “You will go with me to that place to-morrow, one of you.”
“I'll go, my lady,” said Moss. “Will, here, had better not show his face. They might take the law on him for that there shot.”