“I don’t know what to do,” she declared. “All this is so sudden and terrible. I want to go to Dalton to see Harry.”
“But he is not there. He went to Reseca. To give you more confidence in what I promise to do here is a line I have brought you from Cavalry Curt.”
As he spoke he unscrewed one of his buttons from his coat to produce a small piece of paper disclosed beneath its cap.
Mara took the missive with a trembling hand.
She read:
“Dear Miss Morland:—Learning of your danger I am anxious to lend you my assistance toward escape. But it is impossible for me to do so. Thus I send my friend whom you have met before, knowing that he can do much better than I. You can trust him. I escaped safely from the enemy, thanks to the friend who will help you now.
“Respectfully,
“C. Remington.”
“I will do as you think best,” she said, handing him back the paper.
“Then get ready to leave as soon as possible. Have you any place you wish to go?”
“Yes, to my cousins in Woodsville.”