“Sho! so ’tis. Genuine, by Jeff. Git ’long and be lively.”
Glad to pass so easily Mara entered the doomed spy’s quarters.
He was lying upon the bare earth as if asleep when she entered, to quickly look up at sight of her.
“Is this Cavalry Curt?” she asked in a low tone.
“They call me by that name sometimes.”
“I need not ask if you are anxious to escape from your present plight.”
Her tone was low and her calmness surprised herself.
“Hardly. Who are you?”
“A friend. Let me prove it.”
No sooner had she spoken than she cut the ligatures that bound him.