He had told her that at that northern edge of the swamp, which could be reached by the way he had marked out, a small farmhouse stood.

Possibly the people in this house might not yet have heard of Markham the murderer; or possibly, if they had heard, they might be won for pity's sake to let him regain strength there and go in peace.

It was her only chance.

The moon was rising now, and she would find the way.

She felt strength to do anything when she had realised that the heart beneath her hand was still beating.
Ann moved the canoe under the fallen log, and moving down it upon her knees, she took the rope from the prow, secured it round the log from which the sick man must descend, and fastened it again to the other end of the boat.