"Save a man's life! What do you mean by that ?" "Not much if it was any cutter and any horse, and at any hour.

But if it was the horse and cutter which left The Whispering Pines at ten or half past ten that night, then it may mean life and death to the man now in jail under the dreadful charge of murder." Catching up her child, she slid into the kitchen and sat down with it, in the first chair she came to.

Sweetwater following her, took up his stand in the doorway, unobtrusive, but patiently waiting for her to speak.

The steaming kettles and the table set for dinner gave warning of the expected presence for which she had been watching, but she seemed to have forgotten her husband; forgotten everything but her own emotions.
"Who are you ?" she asked at length.

"You have not told me your real business." "No, madam, and I ask your pardon.