“Is it signed?”
“Yes.”
“And witnessed?”
“The witness will follow in person—a few hours—a very few—and she will be with you there.”
“Rotha, God has put it into your heart to do this thing, and He has given you more than the strength of a strong man!”
“In how many hours might one ride to Carlisle at the fastest—in the night and in a cart?” asked the girl eagerly.
“Five, perhaps, if one knew every inch of the way.”
“Then, before you set out, drive round to Armboth, and ask Mr. Jackson to bring his wagon across to this bridge at midnight. Let him not say 'No' as he hopes for his salvation! And now, good bye again, and God speed you on your journey!”
Willy carried a cloak over his arm. He was throwing it across Rotha's unprotected shoulders.
“No, no,” she said, “you need it yourself. I shall be back in a minute.”