It might have been a court lady who swept past Ingle to take Huntoon's arm; but it was a trembling and much frightened little maid who entered Neville's cabin.
"Will you do something for me?"
"Anything."
"I don't know how to say it."
"I know. You fear Ingle."
"I do."
"And would like to have me sleep outside the door here."
"No; that would make him angry, and we are all in his power."
"I fear you speak only the truth."