She possessed no clew to it, and even could she decide which it was, how was she to attract his attention without betraying her vicinity to others?
Suddenly she remembered that she could imitate very closely the note of the katydid, and that Phelim had once heard her doing so, and complimented her on the accomplishment. She tried it now, stationing herself opposite a cell window, which, as it happened, was the one she sought.
She had repeated the note several times, when at last it was answered in kind; then a voice, speaking in suppressed tones, asked, “Is it yersilf, me darlint?”
“Yes, it’s me, Phalim,” she replied, in a joyous whisper, stepping close under the window as she spoke. “Oh, if I could only help you out o’ that!”
“Who knows but mabbe ye kin in toime, me jewel,” he said. “We’ll set our wits to wurruk, me darlint. If I had a file now, to hilp me to git rid o’ wan or two o’ these bars, it’s not so hard ’twud be to break jail. Thin we’d fly the counthry together, an’ lave throuble behind us.”
“I’d risk anything to help you,” she responded, “but how or where I could get a file I don’t see, for I daren’t venture to show myself to a livin’ soul.”
“Is that so, me jewel? But what fer darsen’t ye?”
“Because he swore I’d a hand in robbin’ an’ murderin’ him.”
“Who? that ould divil Himes? Well, he’s out o’ the way now.”
“Yes; but maybe they’ll arrest me an’ try me fer it, anyhow.”