"There is no hurry to tell it," he answered, tenderly. "We can stay here till morning for all the difference it will make; so calm yourself."
"There is need, though, for Burke is waiting by the road to kill you," I answered, getting to my feet and striving to overcome my weakness.
"What is that you say? Some one waiting to kill me?" he asked, peering into my face, as if he thought I had lost my senses.
"Yes; I heard them planning it in the cabin in Murderer's Hollow," I answered, simply.
"Good heavens! what could have taken you there, Gilbert?" he asked, as if still doubting what I said.
"I was crossing the valley, and reached the cabin as the robbers came up," I answered, striving to make myself clear, "and seeing them first, hid in the shadow of the hut."
"You said one before, and now you say two," he answered, as if the discrepancy confirmed his thought that I was mad.
"There were two—Burke and Blott."
"Burke and Blott?"
"Yes; our Blott, and Burke, who robbed Mr. Singleton; but when Blott refused to aid, Burke killed him."