“Alas! I fear it is impossible. But tell me how you came here. I am in a fog.”
In a few words she told of the morning’s adventure; and then how she, disguised, had succeeded in reaching the place after running the gantlet of detection.
“I felt it my duty to do something to save him. I feared you would not know of his being here. So I have come.”
“But you have run a fearful risk.”
“Do not speak of that. But tell me what can be done for him.”
Captain Morland quickly acquainted her with the particulars of the postponed execution.
“It is an unpleasant turn of affairs,” he said in conclusion, “but no more than one must be prepared to meet in the fortunes of war. Curt is a spy and a dreaded foe to our cause. I love him as a brother, but am powerless to help him. God knows I would gladly save him if I could.”
She wrung her hands in agony.
“And you are sure that he will be shot to-morrow?”
“As certain as I am that the sun will rise. But, Mara, this is weak in you. He is not the only one——”