Whereupon we both turned. Side by side we fronted the group as if we might have been partners—which, in a measure, we were, but not wholy according to the lout Daniel’s cackle and the suddenly interrogating countenances here and there.
“You would take her in, Rachael?” the Captain rumbled. “Have you not heard what I said?”
“We are commanded to feed the hungry and shelter the homeless, Hyrum.”
“Verily that is so. Take her. I trust you with her till the morning. The Lord will direct us further. But in God’s name clothe her for the daylight in decency. She shall not advertise her flesh to men’s eyes.”
“Quick!” I whispered, with a push. Rachael, however, had crossed for us, and with eyes brimming extended her hand.
“Will you come with me, please?” she invited.
“You are not afraid of me?” 179
“I? No. You are a woman, are you not?” The intonation was gentle, and sweet to hear—as sweet as her rosy face to see.
“Yes,” sighed My Lady, wearily. “Good-night, sir.” She fleetingly smiled upon me. “I thank you; and Mr. Jenks.”
They went, Rachael’s arm about her; other women closed in; we heard exclamations, and next they were supporting her in their midst, for she had crumpled in a faint.