“God protect you! The Blessed Virgin speak for you! I will pray for you,” she whispered.
CHAPTER XXXI. CHARLEY STANDS AT BAY
Charley turned quickly to the woodsman. “Listen,” he said, and he told Jo how things stood.
“You will not hide, M’sieu’? There is time,” Jo asked.
“I will not hide, Jo.”
“What will you do?”
“I’ll decide when they come.”
There was silence for a moment, then the sound of voices on the hill-side.
Charley’s soul rose up in revolt against the danger that faced him—not against personal peril, but the danger of being dragged back again into the life he had come from, with all that it involved—the futility of this charge against him! To be the victim of an error—to go to the bar of justice with the hand of injustice on his arm!