"Only one," she replied, "and he's the best man livin'. He's gone to get Johnny—he won't be gone long."
"Your husband, ma'am?"
"'Oh, no, sir; I never saw him before."
"One eye gone; broken nose; scar on right cheek; powder-marks on left—"
"Yes, sir, that's the man," said the wondering woman.
"Perhaps you may not have seen this?" said the man handing her one of the posters describing Jude.
Then he uttered a shrill whistle.
The woman read the paper through, and cried:
"It's somebody else—it must be—no murderer would be so kind to a poor, friendless woman. Oh, God, have I betrayed him? Don't take him, sir—it must be somebody else. I wish I had money—I would pay you more than the reward, just to go away and let him alone."
"Madame," replied the man, beckoning to two men who were approaching, "I could not accept it; nor will I accept the reward. It is the price of blood. But I am a minister of the gospel, ma'am, and in this godless generation it is my duty to see that the outraged dignity of the law is vindicated. My associates, I regret to say, are actuated by different motives."