“To-morrow morning if the river’s clear.”
“Alone?”
“No—two others.”
Angela breathed a sigh of relief. There was safety in numbers.
“I want to go to England—or to New York. Will you take me? I’ve no money or food, but I’ll pay you well when I get away.”
The man stared.
“As soon as I can cable to my people they will send me money,” she resumed. “Take me as far as the first cable station, and in forty-eight hours 137 I will get money to recompense you,” she added quickly.
His brows contracted.
“What’s the hurry?”
“I want to get away from someone.”