"Neil, a man can die easier when he knows that a woman loves him!" He had risen to his feet and was walking back and forth through the thick gloom.
"I'm glad!" Neil's voice came to him softly, as though he scarcely dared to speak the words aloud.

After a moment he added, "Have you got a pencil, Nat?
I would like to leave a little note for Winnsome." Nathaniel found both pencil and paper in one of his pockets and Neil dropped upon his knees in the mud beside the table.

Ten minutes later he turned to Nathaniel and a great change had come into his face.
"She always seemed like such a little child to me that I never dared--to--tell her," he faltered.

"I've done it in this." "How will you get the note to her ?" "I know the jailer.

Perhaps when he comes to bring us our dinner I can persuade him to send it to her." Nathaniel thrust his hands into his pockets.