"My sister's in town with Governor Willard to tell me goodbye. They will put the blame of this on them. My sister might be imprisoned. The Governor would be in bad. I've caused them trouble enough—God knows—"
"When are they going?"
"To-morrow. We'll wait until to-morrow night—after they've gone."
"But Lenhart may not be on guard."
"That's so," Cook agreed. "Coppoc, you can go alone. You'd better do it."
"No."
"You'd better."
"I'm not made out of that sort of goods," the boy answered.
"You've got a good old Quaker mother out in Springdale praying for you.
It's your chance—go—I can't tonight."
Nothing could induce Coppoc to desert his comrade and leave him to certain death when his escape should be known.