“Yes; perhaps sooner. You know where this man is hiding?”
Nic was silent.
“You need not tell me—I feel sure you do. Ought he not to be told, so that he may escape?”
“Yes,” said Nic; “but if I try to warn him I shall be followed, and the way into his hiding-place found out.”
“Janet!”
“Yes.”
“Here: Lady O’Hara wants you.”
“I must go,” whispered Janet hastily. “Pray do something, Nic. It would be too horrible for that poor fellow to be hunted down.”
Janet hurried away.
“Do something, when I cannot stir without feeling that Brookes and these two men of Sir John’s are watching me!”