“I said we must go to Dublin!” she murmured.
“Yes, we will go to Dublin, Sheila, but it will be on our way to Uncle Bryan’s home.”
Sheila caught her mother’s hands.
“Mother,” she said, after a moment of hesitation, “I must obey you.”
“It is the one way, my child-the one thing to do. Some one in prison calls—perhaps; some one far away who loves you, and needs us, calls—that we know. Tell me, am I not right? I ask you, where shall we go?”
“To Virginia, mother.”
The girl’s head dropped, and her eyes filled with tears.
CHAPTER VIII. DYCK’S FATHER VISITS HIM
In vain Dyck’s lawyer, Will McCormick, urged him to deny absolutely the killing of Erris Boyne. Dyck would not do so. He had, however, immediately on being jailed, written to the government, telling of the projected invasion of Ireland by the French fleet, and saying that it had come to him from a sure source. The government had at once taken action.