"He isn't obliged to go in person," smiled Adela. "I am sure you are big enough to take care of us single-handed. Dot and I are not in the least nervous. Will you take us alone if we promise not to tease the animals?"
Warden's eyes flashed a sudden glance upwards to the girl who still stood silently leaning upon the rail. It was almost like an appeal.
As if involuntarily she spoke. "What is the danger?"
Hill turned to her. "There is no danger," he said, curtly. "If you wish to go, I will take you to-morrow."
Warden made a brief gesture as of one who submits to the inevitable, and turned away.
Fletcher held out his hand to Adela with finality. "Good-night," he said.
"Are you really going to take us to-morrow?" she said.
"Yes," said Fletcher.
She beamed upon him. "What time shall we be ready?"
He did not refer to Dot. "At five o'clock," he said. "I shall be busy at the court all day. I will come and fetch you."