"To New York?"
"Yes, but Alick is to go with you. I've just left him. We have arranged everything."
She looked searchingly into his agitated face and the radiance died off her own.
"But are you telling me the truth?" she said. "Am I really pardoned? You are not helping me to escape, are you?"
He pretended to laugh—It was hollow laughter.
"What an idea! A Deemster helping a prisoner to escape! Who would believe such a thing?"
"No! People wouldn't believe such a thing, would they?" she said, and her eyes again began to shine.
"At eleven o'clock the big bell will ring," said Stowell. "That will be Alick coming for you. You must give me your hand and I'll take you down to him."
"Oh, how happy we shall be!" she said. "We shall go far away, I suppose—where nobody will know what has happened here?"
"Yes, but you must make no noise on going out, and not call to anybody."