She waited outside the jail until he reappeared.
He approached her boldly and spoke as if he were delivering a casual message.
"Keep your courage, young woman. And don't you be surprised at anything I'm going to say to you. There's people lookin' at us now. I'm just tellin' you a message your husband's told me—you understand."
"Yes—yes—go on—I understand," she answered quickly.
"I'm from Kansas. I'm a friend of John Cook's. I come all the way here to help him. I joined these guards to get to him. I'm goin' to get him out of here if I can."
"Thank God—thank God," she murmured.
"Keep a stiff upper lip and get your hand on some money to follow us."
"I will."
Another guard approached.
"Leave me now. My name's Charles Lenhart. Don't try to talk to me again.
Just watch and wait."