"What threatens Leslie Dane's life?" inquired the old sibyl suddenly, as she walked between them with drooping head.
"They are trying him for the murder of Mr. Arnold, more than three years ago, if you must know," said Lucy.
"Is he innocent?" inquired the old creature in a faltering voice.
"Innocent? Of course he is—as innocent as the angels," answered Lucy, "but he can never prove it unless me and Miss Bonnibel can get the witnesses at Brandon to prove an alibi for him. So you see we are wasting time on you, old woman."
"Yes, yes," faltered Wild Madge, humbly. "But where are they trying him, Lucy Moore?"
"At Cape May Court House, old woman—and the evidence will be summed up to-day, the jurors will give their verdict. You see we must hurry, if we would save him."
"Yes, yes; better to leave the old woman to die in the rain, and hurry on," whined the sick woman.
"We are here now. We will leave you under shelter at least," Bonnibel answered gently.
They led her in, and consigned her to the care of the wondering old housekeeper at Sea View, and went back to the shore.