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"Don't haste, lad; wait a bit; listen! If the lady should be gone to court ye mus' gae there too. If ye canna find her, ye mus' find her lawyer. One or the ither ye s'ould tell, afoor the verdict comes; afterwards it might be too late." "Yes, I'll do it, I'll do it just like that." "Mos' like ye'll have to go to Wilkesbarre. An ye do I'll go mysel'. But dinna wait for me.
Colonel Butler knew that the fugitives were aiming for Wilkesbarre, and had taken every precaution to secure their capture. Nothing could be more certain than that they could not enter, nor even approach within range of the fortifications of that place, without encountering some of these redmen or Tories.
Near by was a small stream of clear, cool, gushing water, from which they slaked their thirst, while they sat down beneath a large tree, to listen to the plan the Mohawk had decided upon. This he explained briefly, for the scheme was simple and easily comprehended, it being nothing more than to wait where they were until he could find the easiest way by which to enter Wilkesbarre.
At half-past one o'clock people began to loiter into the court-house at Wilkesbarre; at two the court-room was full. They were there, the most of them, to hear the close of the now celebrated Burnham case. The judge came in from a side door and took his seat on the bench. Beneath him the prothonotary was busy writing in a big book.
"He doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all; we ought to have been in Wilkesbarre before daylight this morning, and here it is dark again, and there is no telling when he will be ready to start." "I have no fear of the Mohawk," replied Ned, who thought they might find a much more interesting subject to talk about. "He will be here in due time, and is sure to do his part in whatever needs to be done.
He had drawn himself to his full height; every muscle was tense, his head was erect with proud knowledge, high hope flashed from his eyes, gladness dwelt in every feature of his face. Then, suddenly, the light went out from his countenance, and the old look of pain came back there. His face had changed with his changing thought as it did that day in the court-room at Wilkesbarre.
He has gone across the river to catch me before I can reach Wilkesbarre, but I don't see why he need be in a hurry, for I don't think we'll see that place within a couple of weeks, unless Lena-Wingo gets in more of a hurry than he is now."
Burnham had gone to Wilkesbarre, that she had started an hour before, that she had said she would come back in the early evening and would doubtless bring her son with her. Ralph looked up into the woman's face, and his eyes grew dim. "Thank you," he said, repressing a sob, and he went down the steps with a choking in his throat and a pain at his heart.
Ye're up airly the mornin'. I mak' free to say ye're a-feelin' better." "Yes, I am. I didn't sleep very well, but I'm better this mornin'. I wisht it was all over with the trial I mean; you see it's a-makin' me kind o' nervous an' an' tired. I can't stan' much 'xcitement, some way." "Wull, ye'll no' ha' lang to wait I'm a-thinkin'. It'll be ower the day. What aboot you're gaein' to Wilkesbarre?"
Ralph, did you say? I have not seen him. Why?" "He went to Wilkesbarre the day, ma'am, an' he s'ould 'a' comit hame sooner, an' I thocht mayhap ye might 'a' rin across the lad, d'ye see. Pardon me for a-stoppin' o' ye." The lady still stood, holding her child by the hand. "Did he go alone?" she asked. "No, he went doon wi' Muster Sharpman." "And has Mr. Sharpman returned?"
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