Unheeding his questions she asked, catching him by the arm:
“Oh, Harry! have you seen him? Am I too late?”
Again he started with surprise, but in a moment he comprehended her meaning.
“You refer to Curtis Remington. I have seen him.”
“And—and he lives?”
Her tone was hardly audible.
“Yes.”
“I am so glad. Is he safe?”
“Until morning.”
“He must be saved!”