She had heard of him before—had heard that he was mad.
Were this the fact, could she depend upon his assistance in the rescue of Cavalry Curt?
The more she reviewed her situation, the more she became entangled in the web of mystery and doubt.
The time for action came at last and she resolved to hazard the desperate venture.
Not without many misgivings did she start on her perilous mission.
“’Tis his life or mine!” she murmured under her breath.
Running the gantlet of others, Mara at last reached the guard who stood on duty over the captive scout.
“A permission to see Cavalry Curt?”
“Who from, mister?”
“General Johnston.”