Cap's heart bled for the poor banned and blighted outlaw, who had not a friend in the world to speak a kind word to him in his trouble. He also recognized her, and rising and coming to meet her as far as the length of the chain would permit, he held out his hand and said: "I am very glad you have come, little one; it is very kind of you to come and see a poor fellow in his extremity! You are the first female that has been in this cell since my imprisonment. Think of that, child! I wanted to see you, too, I wanted to say to you yourself again, that I was never guilty of murder, and that I only seemed to consent to your death to save your life! Do you believe this? On the word of a dying man it is truth!" "I do believe you, Donald Bayne," said Capitola, in a broken voice. "I hear that you have come into your estate. I am glad of it. And they tell me that you are going to be married to-morrow! Well! God bless you, little one!" "Oh, Donald Bayne! Can you say God bless me, when it was I who put you here?" "Tut, child, we outlaws bear no malice. Spite is a civilized vice. It was a fair contest, child, and you conquered. It's well you did. Give me your hand in good will, since I must die to-morrow!" Capitola gave her hand, and whilst he held it, she stooped and said: "Donald, I have done everything in the world I could to save your life!" "I know you have, child. May yours be long and happy." "Donald, may your life be longer and better than you think. I have tried all other means of saving you in vain; there is but one means left!" The outlaw started violently, exclaiming: "Is there one?" "Donald, yes! There is! I bring you the means of deliverance and escape. Heaven knows whether I am doing right--for I do not! I know many people would blame me very much, but I hope that He who forgave the thief upon the cross and the sinful woman at his feet, will not condemn me for following His own compassionate example! For, Donald, as I was the person whom you injured most of all others, so I consider that I of all others have the best right to pardon you and set you free. Oh, Donald! Use well the life I am about to give you, else I shall be chargeable with every future sin you commit!" "In the name of mercy, girl, do not hold out a false hope. I had nerved myself to die!" "But you were not prepared to meet your Maker! Oh, Donald! I hold out no false hope! Listen, for I must speak low and quick. I could never be happy again if on my wedding-day you should die a felon's death! Here! here are tools with the use of which you must be acquainted, for they were found in the woods near the Hidden House!" said Capitola, producing from her pockets a burglar's lock-pick, saw, chisel, file, etc. Black Donald seized them as a famished wolf might seize his prey. "Will they do?" inquired Capitola, in breathless anxiety.