“We will do it!” Dorothea exclaimed. By this time April was out again and starting down the drive. “I am going to President Davis to get an order from him for Lee’s release. Send Jastrow there for me and you explain to mother. Good-by.” And April hurried away. Dorothea, as ready to act as her beautiful cousin, went to the abashed boy and grasping him by the shoulder led him into the house where she handed him over to Aunt Decent to be fed. At the same time she sent word to Uncle Jastrow. Then she sought her Aunt Parthenia. It took but a moment or two to explain the situation and immediately Mrs. May, grown used to meeting sudden emergencies, got to work to further the expedition with all speed. While Uncle Jastrow was being informed of what was before him, Harriot saw to having a lunch prepared and in a surprisingly short time all was ready. Dorothea meanwhile had gotten some warm wraps for April, and she came down from her room dressed for the journey. Mrs. May seeing her preparations and realizing Dorothea’s intentions, kissed her lovingly. “I was going with April but I shall feel that she is safe with you, dear.” A little later the traveling carriage driven by Uncle Jastrow, with the boy beside him on the box, stopped in front of the Heath House and April came running to meet them. At sight of Dorothea she paused a moment. “I didn’t think of your coming,” April murmured as she jumped in and settled down beside her cousin. “Of course I meant to go with you all the time,” said Dorothea in a matter-of-fact tone, and April kissed her, tears too near for speech. Under constant urging from April, Uncle Jastrow had driven the horses at as fast a gait as they could go. But the shadows were lengthening and there were still untraveled miles ahead of them. During the long hours the girls had scarcely spoken to each other, but much of the time had sat, hand in hand, looking at the ribbon of road ahead of them as the horses galloped mile after mile. Under the most favorable circumstances the task set would have been a hard one, but there was a determination behind April’s quiet manner that meant a battle against any force that might attempt to hold her back. “Faster, Uncle Jastrow!” she said, in a steady voice. “’Deed, Lil’ Miss,” the old darky answered, “they’s doin’ all they can, ’less yoh want ’em dyin’ on the road.” “Faster!” was all the reply April made, and the driver, with a shake of his white head, urged on the tiring beasts. They watched the shadows growing longer and longer. It was a race, with everything against the weary horses reaching their destination before the descending sun gave the signal for the death of April’s lover. “Faster, Uncle Jastrow!” The words were becoming more and more frequent, and April, sitting straight and tense, gazed ahead with burning eyes.