“I’ll be your friend, Amy, as in the past. I’ll do all in my power to find you a home, to make your future life comfortable and happy.”
She made no reply, by word or sign.
“I believe you said you had started to return to your relatives in Pennsylvania?” he remarked.
She slightly inclined her head.
“Very well. When we can leave here, I’ll find you company and send you thither. Now I must be going. Don’t think me cruel. I’m trying to be just and merciful.”
A few moments later, he was without the tent. The heavens were thickly clouded; the rain was falling drearily. A short time he stood with bared head, unmindful of the buzz of human life around him. Then, sighing, he took his way toward the place where Hiram Bradford was confined.
