all he knew, — but he didn’t know what all was it, only some wrong to call the officahs and set them aftah Frale — poor Frale. He — he told me himself — last evening.” She paused again, and the pallor slowly left her face and the red surged into her cheeks and mounted to the waves of her heavy hair.

“It is Frale, then, who is in trouble! And you wish me to help him get away?” She looked down and was silent. “But I am a stranger, and know nothing about the country.”

He pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back, regarding her intently.

“Oh, I am afraid for him.” She put her hand to her throat and turned away her face from his searching eyes, in shame.