"I congratulate you with all my heart," said Maisie. "Who is the fortunate man?"
"I can't tell you. Yes, I will," said the girl. "I'll trust you. I'm marrying Jack Crewe."
"Crewe? I remember. Mr. King spoke about him. But isn't he one of the—isn't he a friend of the colonel?"
Lollie nodded.
"Yes, but we're going away to-night. That is why I came to see you."
Maisie White clasped the girl's hands in hers.
"You yourself are facing a great happiness and a beautiful life," pleaded Lollie, her eyes filling with tears. "Can't you feel some sympathy with me? For I want love and happiness and security more even than you, because you have never known anything of the dreadful apprehensions and uncertainties such as I have passed through. And I want you to help me in this. I'm not going to ask you to influence Mr. King to do anything but his duty. But I want just a chance for Jack."
Maisie shook her head.
"I don't know that I can promise that," she said. "Mr. King has always spoken of your friend as one of the least dangerous of the gang. When are you leaving?"