"But where can you go at this time?"
"To my house," said Merwyn, firmly. "Please do as Mr. Vosburgh asks. It will be safest for all."
"Well, since you will have it so."
"Hasten, hasten," Merwyn urged.
Mr. Erkmann unlatched the door and looked out. The street was quiet and deserted, and the fugitives rushed away with whispered thanks.
"Marian, tie Riten's apron over your head, so as to partially disguise your face," said her father.
Fortunately they met but few people, and no crowds whatever. As they approached Merwyn's home his steps began to grow unsteady.
"Papa," said Marian, in agitated tones, "Mr. Merwyn is wounded; he wants your support."
"Merciful Heaven, Merwyn! are you wounded?"
"Yes, hasten. I must reach home before giving out."