"And it comes sooner than you expected," said Watson. "The road is safe,
and you are to go to-night."
"To-night!"
"Yes, now. Mr. Crosby will already be waiting on the road which leads
down to the river. I am to see you safely there."
"But to-night? Are you sure there is no mistake?"
"Quite sure. We must go at once."
Barbara went quickly into the inner room, and in a few moments returned
closely wrapped in an ample cloak.
"Draw the hood down over your head," said Watson. "The less left for
prying eyes to see the better. You have the papers signed by Judge
Marriott?"
"Yes."
"One word, madam. No one will hinder us in this house. At the door into
the street turn to the right. I shall walk close behind you. Do not
hurry. Do not stop if anyone should speak to you, and do not answer
them. Walk forward as if I had nothing to do with you."
"I understand."
"Pardon, but the hood does not quite hide your hair. Such hair might
betray you if we should meet enemies to-night, for I never saw its
like."
Barbara readjusted the hood, and wondered if Gilbert Crosby admired her
hair as this trooper did.
Watson opened the door, and they went down the passage together.
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