It was as she stood thus hesitant that there approached her from some point in the bushes a disheveled figure.

Turning, she recognized none other than old Sally, her former jailer and sometime friend.
"Sally," she cried; "Sally! What is it?
Who has done this?
Where are they?
What is it all about?
Can't anything be done ?" But Sally, terrified beyond reason, could exclaim only one word: "Whah is he?
Whah's Mr.Dunwody?
Quick!" An instant later, she too was gone.
At the same moment, Dunwody, weapon in hand, dashed around the corner of the house and up on the front gallery.

Apparently he was searching for some one whom he did not find.

Here he was soon discovered by the old negro woman, who began an excited harangue, with wild gesticulations.

To Josephine it seemed that Sally pointed toward the interior of the house, as though she beckoned, explained.