"What has happened?" he demanded, in obvious alarm.
"He knows everything," I barked, with my handkerchief over my mouth. "He has telegraphed to St. Joseph and fifty other places before this time to have you arrested."
"Arrested!"
I heard the long breath he drew in his terror.
"We must be off at once."
"What's the matter with you? What makes you cough so?"
"A cold."
"What will you do with the fawn, Ben?"
"She is not agreed to anything," I replied, as I struck a match, for I thought it was time to have a little more light on the subject.
I had waited till he was in a comfortable position on the locker opposite me, with the table between us. I lighted the lamp, which was suspended from the ceiling of the cabin. My cough was suddenly and miraculously cured.