"No, she is disguised as a boy, and has taken the situation that Todd put a placard in his window about, and she will be found out of course, and murdered."
"No doubt of it."
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Is there no lightning to strike me dead?"
"I hope not," said Sir Richard Blunt; "I don't want a thunder storm in my parlour."
"But, sir—"
"But, Miss Wilmot. Is she there now?"
"She is—she is."
"When did she go?"
"About two hours since. Oh, sir—you must do something—you shall do something to save her, or I will run into the streets, and call upon any passenger I meet, that has the form of a man, to aid me; I will raise the town, sir, but I will save her."
"That course would be about as wise as the original advice to Miss Oakley to go upon the expedition at all. Now answer me calmly what I shall ask of you."