"Poor little chap!"

Then she sighed again quite securely, and there was a long silence,
broken regularly and rhythmically by the faint little catches that once
were tearful sobs.

"Oh, dear me! It is quite dark," she cried suddenly, and he felt a
shudder run through her body.

"Where could you go to-night, Mrs. Delancy, if we were to succeed in
getting away from here?" he asked abruptly. She felt his figure
straighten and his arm grow tense as if a sudden determination had
charged through it.

"Why--why, I hadn't thought about that," she confessed, confronted by a
new proposition.

"There's a late night train for Chicago," he volunteered.

"But how are we to catch it?"

"If you are willing to walk to town I think you can catch it," he said,
a strange ring in his voice.

"What do you mean?" she demanded, looking up at his face quickly.

"Can you walk the two miles?" he persisted. "The train leaves Dexter at
eleven o'clock and it is now nearly eight."

"Of course I can walk it," she said eagerly. "I could walk a hundred