"Ought I to have done it?" she asked herself. "But there was no other way. I have perhaps saved my husband from prison, for the theft would surely have been found out. The man looked strong and resolute, and would not have allowed himself to be robbed without seeking to punish the robber."
She left the two men lying upon the floor, and sought her own bed.
"They won't wake till late," she reflected, "and I can let the travelers lie till morning. I won't deprive them of their night's rest."
She went upstairs and saw the key in the lock. "I guess I will leave it there," she said, "till morning."
About five o'clock—her usual time for rising—she dressed and went upstairs. She unlocked the door, and knocked loudly upon it.
"Who is it?" asked Scott, jumping out of bed.
"It is I," answered Sarah.
Scott was agreeably surprised, for he had feared it might be Ralph.
"The door is locked," he said.
"You can open it."