CHAPTER XXVI.
"GUILTY." Speechless and dazed, Gabriel stared at her as though at some strange apparition.
"Daughter of--of Isaac Flint ?" he stammered, clinging to the bars.
"Come, come, lady, yuh can't stay no longer!" the officer again insisted, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yuh'd oughta been out o' here ten minutes ago! No, nuthin' doin'!" he concluded, as she turned to him appealingly.

"Not today! Time's up an' more than up!" Catherine stretched out her hand to Gabriel, in farewell.

He took it, silently.
"Good-bye!" said she.

"Until I come again, good-bye.