“And Fanchon?”
Daniel’s face hardened.
“She’s locked in her room, Leigh, and won’t see any of us. She treats us like enemies now. She hasn’t even asked where you are.”
Leigh’s face went from red to white.
“She’d see me, though!” he cried with conviction. “You don’t understand—you don’t know her!”
Daniel said nothing to this, and there was a little pause, while his intolerable opinion of Fanchon seemed to thicken the very atmosphere the angry boy was breathing. Leigh’s eyes flashed, and he hit his lip hard, but his elder brother held out his hand.
“I’ve got to go now.”
There was a break in Daniel’s voice. His other arm went around the prisoner’s shoulders. Leigh broke down at the touch, and the brothers clung together.
Then Daniel tore himself away.
“We’ll get you out of this, Leigh—God bless you!”