“Will I accomplish it?”
“If you let me help you.”
“I think I shall get through without help.”
“You are afraid of the old gypsy, but let me tell you there is the stain of blood on your hands within another year.”
Scott frowned, and June looked serious. It was the same words that the old gypsy had told some years before.
“There are tears for you, too. Do you believe me?”
“Hardly.”
“I can tell you something that will make you believe. Away back in the past I can see you lying asleep, and a huge knife drawn over your head. If you will let me I 219 can save you from another scene like that, which would be your death blow.”
“How?”
“I can’t tell you now.”