Something like joy came into Madelon's face.

"Then we will save him, you and I!" she cried out.

"We will save him together! He shall not be hung! He shall be set free! They shall let him out of jail to-day, and put me there instead.

We will save him! He would not own that I was guilty and he innocent; Lot would not own it, nor my brother Richard, but now--we will save him--now!" "How ?" asked Dorothy, feebly.
"He will own it to you.

Burr will own it to you if you go and plead with him.