“Friday.”
“Are you not willing that she should vanish from them, cheating the cheaters? Friday. Death in flame!”
“God, He knoweth. I think that she should live!”
“Look at me!”
Thomas Bettany looked. Again he steadied himself, he drew hard breath.
“How could you get her out of prison? It is not to be done!”
“Then no ship takes me to-night or to-morrow night! Friday. There will I be by town cross!”
“Not in two days could you save her!”
“Suppose we try?”