I mean--he wouldn't--" She stopped.
"But McGregor ?" I asked, in a hoarse whisper.
She drooped her head on my shoulder.
"I daren't stay here, Jack, with him," she whispered.

"If you can't take me away, I must go to the President.

I shall be at least safe with him!" "Damn the ruffian!" I growled; not meaning the President, but his successor; "I'll shoot him!" "No, no, Jack!" she cried.

"You must be quiet and cautious.

But I must go to-night--to-night, Jack, either with you or to the President." "My darling, you shall come with me," said I.
"Where ?" "Oh, out of this somewhere." "How are we to escape ?" "Now, you sit down, dear, and try to stop crying--you break my heart--and I'll think.