"Trust me again. Go home now and take that picture. Preserve it as you would your life, for on it may hang the life of Edward Morgan. You understand? And do not open your lips on this subject to any one until I see you again."
Gerald rolled up the paper and turned away abruptly. Barksdale followed him down the steps and called a hack.
"Your health," he said to Gerald, as he gently forced him into the carriage, "must not be risked." And to the driver, slipping a fee in his hand: "Take Mr. Morgan to Ilexhurst. Remember, Mr. Morgan," he called out.
"I remember," was the reply. "I never forget. Would to God I could."
Barksdale walked rapidly to the livery stable.
CHAPTER XLI.
WITH THE WOMAN WHO LOVED HIM.
Edward Morgan gave himself up to the dream. The flying train sped onward, out of the pine forest, into the hills and the shadow of mountains, into the broad world of life and great cities.
They had the car almost to themselves, for the northward travel is small at that season.