Patty promised.
"He's to be killed as he goes through Wild Cat Woods on Sunday afternoon. He preaches in Jenkinsville at eleven, and at Salt Fork at three. Between the two he will be killed. You must go yourself. They'll never suspect you of such a ride. If any man goes out of this settlement, and there's a warning given, he'll be shot. You must go through the woods to-night. If you go in the daytime, you and I will both be killed, maybe. Will you do it?"
Patty had her full share of timidity. But in a moment she saw a vision of Morton Goodwin slain.
"I will go."
"You must not tell the doctor a word about where you're going; you must not tell Goodwin how you got the information."
"He may not believe me."
"Anybody would believe you."
"But he will think that I have been deceived, and he cannot bear to look like a coward."
"That's true," said Pinkey. "Give me a piece of paper. I will write a word that will convince him."
He took a little piece of paper, wrote one word and folded it. "I can trust you; you must not open this paper," he said.