"We are not going to fail; we are going to carry this through! Within three days we'll have Appleweight in a North Carolina jail or a flying fugitive in Governor Dangerfield's territory. And now these telegrams must be sent. It might be better for you to go to the telegraph office with me. You must remember that I am a pilgrim and a stranger and they might question my filing official messages."
"That is perfectly true. I will go into town with you."
"And if there's an official coach that everybody knows as yours, it would allay suspicions to have it," and while he was still speaking she vanished to order the carriage.
In five minutes it was at the side door, and Griswold and Barbara, fortified by the presence of Phœbe, left the governor's study.
"If they don't know me, everybody in South Carolina knows Phœbe," said Barbara.
"A capital idea. I can see by her eye that she's built for conspiracy."
Griswold's horse was to be returned to town by a boy; and when this had been arranged the three entered the carriage.
"The telegraph office, Tom; and hurry."