meet somewhere—to-morrow, say—to-morrow afternoon. 
You remember Indian Rock, out on the Wissahickon?" 
" Yes." 
" Could you be there at four?" 
" Yes." 
"Look out for who's following. If I'm not there by 
four-thirty, don't wait. You know why. It will be because 
I think some one is watching. There won't be, though, 
if we work it right. And now you must run, sweet. We 
can't use Nine-thirty-one any more. I'll have to rent 
another place somewhere else." 
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." 
"Aren't you going to be strong and brave? You see, 
I need you to be." 
He was almost, for the first time, a little sad in his 
"Yes, honey, yes," she declared, slipping her arms 
under his and pulling him tight. "Oh yes! You can 
depend on me. Oh, sweet, I love you so! I'm so sorry. 
Oh, I do hope you don't fail! But it doesn't make any 
difference, dear, between you and me, whatever happens, 
does it? We will love each other just the same. You 
will love me, and I will love you. Oh, honey, I'll do any- 
thing for you! I'll do anything you say. You can trust 
me. They sha'n't know anything from me." 
She looked at his chill face, and a fearful determina- 
tion to fight for him welled up in her heart. Her love was 
unjust, illegal, outlawed; but it was love, just the same, 
and had much of the fiery daring of the outcast from 
" I love you! I love you! I love you!" she declared. 
He unloosed her hands. 
"Run, sweet. To-morrow at four. Don't fail. And 
don't talk. And don't admit anything,whatever you do." 
"I won't." 
"And don't worry about me. I'll be all right." 
And then Mr. Albert Stires was admitted.