"None! none! you forget the storm; the darkness: the deep darkness of that night."
"True! but heavens! what am I thinking of!" he said, starting up wildly. "Why do I linger an instant here, when it is in my power to save Sibyl from the ignominious death of the halter."
"What!"
As if a mine had exploded beneath her, Christie sprang up, with blanched face, starting eyes, clenched hands, and livid lips, gazing upon him in speechless horror.
"Christie, she was arrested, tried, condemned, and doomed to die, for your murder."
"For mine! Father in heaven!" gasped the almost fainting Christie.
"It may not be too late to save her yet. You must come with me, Christie. Hasten! hasten! Every moment is precious now."
"Oh, this is awful! awful! Oh, Willard, when does this most unnatural sentence take place?"
"The day after to-morrow. With all our speed we will be barely able to reach the spot in time."
"Most horrible!" said Christie, with a convulsive shudder. "How came she ever to be suspected of such a deed?"