Kate uttered a feeble cry. It was all she could, for her tongue clove to her palate with terror. Then she dropped her crutches, and sank upon her knees, hiding her face and moaning:
"Take my body, but spare my soul!"
Margaret (panting). "Why it is a woman."
Kate (quivering). "Why it is a woman."
Margaret. "How you scared me."
Kate. "I am scared enough myself. Oh! oh! oh!"
"This is strange. But the fiery-headed thing? Yet it was with you, and you are harmless. But why are you here at this time of night?"
"Nay, why are you?"
"Perhaps we are on the same errand? Ah you are his good sister, Kate."
"And you are Margaret Brandt."