There's nothing mean about me, old chap. Any friend of yours
can have--"
Barnes made haste to explain that he did not want any one to know that
this friend of the family was going on the stage, and that he would be
greatly indebted to Rushcroft if he would keep "mum" about it for the
time being.
"Certainly. Not a word. I understand," said Mr. Rushcroft amiably.
"I've had it happen before," he went on, a perfectly meaningless
remark that brought a flush to Barnes's cheek.
It had been Barnes's intention to spirit his charge away from Hart's
Tavern under cover of darkness, in company with his other
"responsibilities," but the fresh turn of affairs now presented
difficulties that were likely to upset his hastily conceived strategy.
He had but one purpose in view, and that was to spare her an
unpleasant encounter with the government officials,--an encounter that
conceivably might result in very distressing complications. He had
revealed his plan to her and she apparently was very much taken with
it,--indeed, she was quite enthusiastic over the prospect of being
whisked unceremoniously to Crowndale, and thence to the home of his
sister in New York City, where she could at once put herself in
communication with friends and supporters.
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