"She is poor--as I am, God knows, but there are some things, Herr Rowland," he finished gently, "that may not be bought with money."
Rowland felt the reproof under this strange creature's gentleness, and took him by the hand in token of understanding.
"You know that I cannot thank you. Necessity knows no law. We are desperate--hunted! And if found will be shot----"
"They shall not find you--I pledge you my honor. I too owe you something----" his gaze wandered to the figure on the couch. "And perhaps I can pay."
"There is then no danger of a search?"
"I think not. The streets are now cleared. There are soldiers just outside keeping the lodgers in. The scene of the horror is several hundred meters away from here. How you managed to cross the roofs so far--with her----!" And then moving toward the door, "It shall be arranged. There is another room just here in the corridor. I will return."
The wounded woman was now sleeping heavily. For the first time since they had left Starnberg See Rowland and Tanya were alone with each other.
"Are you very tired?" he asked gently as he took her in his arms.
"A little," she sighed, smiling, "but I'm very happy."
He held her more closely. "And I. You've got more sand than any woman I have ever known."