She sat silent for a time.
“Sam, are they going to convict Toby of this crime?” she presently asked.
He hesitated.
“Looks like it, Phoebe. Looks confounded like it, to me, and I’ve had a good deal of experience in such things.”
“Won’t you save him, Sam?”
“Who? Me? How can I?”
“I thought you were Toby’s friend.”
“So I am. I’d give a year o’ my life to save Toby from prison, if I could; but—it’s out o’ the question, girl; I can’t!” he said emphatically.
“You can!”
“What do you mean, Phoebe Daring?”