“Very well. But perhaps you had better go back now as your absence may create a suspicion. Boyd Wyman is still here?”
“Yes.”
“It may be best to speak to him. He is to be trusted in your behalf. While you are gone I will plan a way of escape. Return soon.”
As Mara returned to the side of Wyman’s couch she saw by the actions of the soldiers that she had appeared none too soon to allay their suspicions.
Whatever the scout may have thought he remained quiet.
As she gazed upon his pale face bearing so plainly the evidence of his suffering it occurred to her as an act of selfishness and cowardice to leave him.
Nevertheless as soon as the soldiers turned away, she whispered to him of the presence of the strange man in the adjoining room and what he had told her.
If Boyd Wyman was surprised he did not show it by look or word.
“The Wizard Scout, you say?”
“Yes; but how could he have got here?”