“May heaven bless you,” he murmured, starting to his feet, to find his limbs so cramped and benumbed that it was some time before he could stand.
“Here, don this suit of gray. It will help you escape detection. I will see that no one enters.”
Cavalry Curt quickly made the change.
“I am ready,” he whispered. “But how are we to run the guard?”
“Follow me closely.”
“Into the jaws of death though it be,” replied the scout through his clinched teeth. “I wish I were armed.”
“Take this,” and Mara thrust a revolver into his hand.
“Thanks. Lead on. I am impatient to get out of this place.”
“Come.”
But Mara’s heart sank within her as they reached the door.