"That is a good plan. When we get to St. Louis I will see a lawyer at once, and put the matter in his hands."
"I don't like to come before the court," said Hugh, reluctantly, "but I will if you say so."
"I don't think it will be necessary. When my uncle learns that his conspiracy is likely to be made known, he will be glad to compromise without a contest."
"You know best. If you'll come round with me to my hut, I'll tell the old woman what's up, and then we'll strike for the river. You won't go back on me?"
"No—that isn't my way; besides, your testimony is too valuable for me. I'll stand by you if you'll stand by me. Give me your hand."
"I'll trust you, young one," he said.
Before the sun set they were passengers on a river steamer, bound for St. Louis.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
A FINAL SURRENDER.
James Grey waited at home in anxious suspense to hear from Hugh Trimble. He felt that it would not be prudent to seek him out, lest suspicion attach to himself, in case his nephew had been murdered. From time to time he realized the risk he had run, and wished he had never entered into a conspiracy against Gilbert's life.