“Don’t tell any one, if I tell you. Remember, Colonel Keith is a proscribed man.”
“I will do no harm to Annas’s brother, trust me!” said I.
“He is at Raymond’s house, where he and I have been nursing him.”
“In a fever!”
“Oh, it is not a catching fever. Think you either of us would have come here if it were?”
“Ephraim, is Mr Raymond to be trusted?” said I. “I am sure he is a good man, but he is a shocking Whig. And I do believe one of the queerest things in this queer world is the odd notions that men take of what it is their duty to do.”
“Have you found that out?” said he, looking much diverted.
“I am always finding things out,” I answered. “I had no idea there was so much to be found. But, don’t you see, Mr Raymond might fancy it his duty to betray Colonel Keith? Is there no danger?”
“Not the slightest,” said Ephraim, warmly. “Mr Raymond would be much more likely to give up his own life. Don’t you know, Cary, that Scripture forbids us to betray a fugitive? And all the noblest instincts of human nature forbid it too.”
“I know all one’s feelings are against it,” said I, “but I did not know that there was anything about it in the Bible.”