No answer.
“You don’t want to hang with the balance?”
“I won’t; the rope that hangs me isn’t made. The hemp has never grown for that purpose.”
“Then let me out of here.”
“To tell on me—to go to Carter with the story of where you’ve been?”
“I’ll shield you, Nora.”
Margie thought she was making headway with her jaileress, but the next moment dispelled her hopes.
“Not for the world, girl,” said Nora. “I can’t afford to do that. It would doom me.”
“But this man will find out. He intends to discover the hand that took the old woman’s life. The murderer never escapes Nick Carter. He is doomed from the moment the trail is found.”
“I know him.”