She answered, kindly, "I do not think that either of those things is
true. But, Mr. Gregory, what will they do with us? They will not dare--"
She was interrupted by the entrance of the strangely assorted couple
into whose crime-stained hands they had so unexpectedly fallen. Both
felt that but little trust could be placed in such perverted and
passion-swept natures--that they would be guided by their fears,
impulses, and interests. Annie's main hope was in the hold she had on
the woman's sympathies; but the latter, as she entered, wore a sullen
and disappointed look, as if she had not been given her own way. Annie
at once stepped to her side and again took her hand, as if she were her
best hope of safety. It was evident that her confidence and unshrinking
touch affected the poor creature deeply, and her hand closed over
Annie's in a way that was reassuring.
"I suppose you would scarcely like to trust yourselves to me or my
dog," said the man, with a grim laugh. "What's more, I've no time to
bother with you. Since my companion here feels she owes you something,
Miss Walton, she can now repay you a hundred-fold. But follow her
directions closely, as you value your lives;" and he left the house
with the dog. Soon after, they heard in the forest what seemed the note
of the whippoorwill repeated three times, but it was so near and
importunate that Annie was startled, and the woman's manner indicated
that she was not listening to a bird. After a few moments she said,
gloomily: "Miss Walton, I promised you should receive no harm, and I
will keep my word. I hoped I could send you directly home to-night, but
that's impossible. I can do much with Vight, but not everything. He has
sworn never to go to prison again alive, and none of our lives would be
worth much if they stood in the way of his escape. We meant to leave
this region before many months, for troublesome stories are getting
around, and now we must go at once. I will take you to a place of
safety, from which you can return home to-morrow. Come."
"But father will be wild with anxiety," cried Annie, wringing her hands.
"It is the best I can do," said the woman, sadly. "Come, we have no
time to lose."
She put on a woollen hood, and taking a long, slender staff, led the
way out into the darkness.
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