She only holds more firmly to the book; her eyes are fixed more steadily on his.
"Say it as I say it. I do solemnly swear—"
"I do solemnly swear—"
"That John Logan—"
"That John Logan—"
"Is not here."
"Is—"
"Is here!" The curtain is thrown back, and the fugitive dashes into their midst. The book falls from the sheriff's hand, and there is a murmur of amazement.
"God bless you, my girl!" And there is the stillness of a Sabbath morning over all. "God bless you; and God will reward you for this, for I cannot. You have made me another being, Carrie. I have lost my life, but you have saved my soul!" and turning cheerfully to the sheriff he reaches his hands. "Now, sir, I am ready."