“Then you can find her, Captain?”
“If any one can, I will,” I replied, and I felt the hope that comes from making a beginning at a hard matter.
“But now, Nanette, you must go back to Salem,” I said.
“Oh, let me help you find her,” she implored.
“No. There is much to be done. I may have to ride far, by day and by night. You could do no good. Go back, and, when I have found her, you may come with us.”
“Then you will find her, Captain?”
“I will,” I said.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW THE EAGLE SAILED.
Now it is an easy matter to say a thing will be done, but it is hard, sometimes, to carry out. However, I was so happy, when I felt I had not loved in vain, that I thought it would be but a little quest to find Lucille. She had, ’twas likely, found friends with whom she was stopping, and I only had to search them out. First I must see if she had been to the Governor for a pardon. And, when I called to mind this act of hers, I was ashamed of the thoughts I had had concerning my dear one.
So, having arranged to send Nanette back to Salem, I turned my steps toward the Governor’s, to make inquiries; for His Excellency had, doubtless, seen Lucille.