“Yes,” she replied, a sob rising in her throat.
Norton, with fury in his eyes, stepped nearer to her.
“You dare to protect this rebel, and yet you knew that he carried despatches to the rebel army?”
Hilary bowed her head in assent, then turned away.
“When did you see him?” urged Norton, wrathfully.
She looked up, and her terrible distress was evident.
“I saw him—anon,” she said, in a broken voice.
“How long ago?”
“A little while before you came,” she faltered.
“Which way did he ride?” cried Norton, maddened at the thought that this girl was thwarting them and making them lose precious time. “Tell me at once.”