"George, I've—I've killed Mary," he said in a dreadful whisper, "help me to get away."
"You—my God," said George. He took the wretched man by the sleeve. "You've done what?"
"Killed Mary," said Ned shivering. "For God's sake help me over the border or they'll hang me."
He broke down and wept. George stood and looked at him in the dim light. Sam could not pass them to go back to the kitchen, and waited. The sitting-room door was ajar. Someone inside moved.
"Who's with you?" asked Ned.
He knew nothing about Jenny. But George forgot that he knew nothing.
"Go in," he said, "it's Jenny."
He thrust Ned inside and turned to Sam.
"Sam, boy, you savvy no one has come. If anyone ask you say no one. You savvy?"
"My savvy all light, my savvy plenty," said Sam doubtfully. "My tinkee him your blother all light, Sir?"