“Spare him! Spare him!” said the mother. “Oh, spare him!”
“The song!” cried Gray.
CHAPTER LIII.
A Mother’s Care.—The Pursuit.—A Successful Ruse.—The Second Visit.
With a faltering voice the terrified female commenced the strain which Gray had overheard her singing to her child before it was placed in the fearful jeopardy she now considered it in.
The men’s footsteps sounded on the staircase, as in trembling accents she softly repeated the words,—
“My babe, if I had offers three,
From gentle heavenly powers,
To bless thee, who, with aching heart,
I’ve watched so many hours—”