Mara stood with extended arm.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “I have only your good at heart. See, I am going.”
He went as far as the edge of the tent and peered cautiously out.
The excitement of the camp scene had somewhat died away.
With a hasty glance he took in the view, when to the surprise of Mara, he rapidly returned to her side.
“Be calm,” he said in a tone hardly above a whisper. “You have come to rescue Cavalry Curt! So have I! Listen to my directions and it shall be well. You can trust me.”
More surprised than ever Mara bowed her head.
“You have a pass for him?”
“Yes.”
“Then go boldly down to his place of confinement and demand an entrance. The guard will pass you. Let the prisoner don this suit of gray,” handing her a bundle that he carried under his cloak. “Together then leave the place. I will be on guard when you come out. Be bold and it shall be well with you and him. Separate at once. Do you then go home with all speed possible. Do you understand?”