“I did not see him, but I have good news for you. Your brother has been a free man for two months and more. It must have been that they repented of their hard sentence, and when the summer came again he wearied, and was like to fall sick, and they let him go home. The man I saw had only good words to say of him. After the first he was patient and quiet. It was hard on him at first.”
“My poor Willie!” said Allison.
“It seems that a friend went to see him in the early summer, a year ago, and he took heart after that and waited patiently.”
“That must have been Mr Hadden,” said Allison. “It was kind of him, and Willie would take hear when he heard that I had gotten safe away.”
“You have not heard from your brother since?”
“Oh! no. How could I hear? He does not even know where I am.”
“But you will write to him now?”
Allison’s face fell.
“I darena do it. No letter can reach him but may first pass through our enemy’s hand. He will be on the watch more than ever now. No, it will be ill waiting, but we can only wait.”
“Do you mean that you must wait till you see him in America?” said John wondering.