"You will need sleep and rest, after which you must prepare for a long journey."
"Whither shall I go?"
"To Massachusetts. I have relatives in Salem, where you will be safe."
"Safe!"
He repeated the word as if it were a glorious dream—a vision never to be realized.
"Yes, you will be safe; but as you must make the journey through a vast forest, you will need to be refreshed by rest and food."
The wild-eyed fugitive, with his face haggard as death, seized the arm of his benefactor and said:
"They will come and slay me as I sleep."
"Fear not, my unfortunate brother, for I will put you in a chamber where none save myself shall know of you."
"And my child?"