“A little short of four miles⁠—right out in the country, back here.”

“Well, that’ll answer. Now you go along out there, and lay low till nine or half-past tonight, and then get them to fetch you home again⁠—tell them you’ve thought of something. If you get here before eleven put a candle in this window, and if I don’t turn up wait till eleven, and then if I don’t turn up it means I’m gone, and out of the way, and safe. Then you come out and spread the news around, and get these beats jailed.”

“Good,” she says, “I’ll do it.”

“And if it just happens so that I don’t get away, but get took up along with them, you must up and say I told you the whole thing beforehand, and you must stand by me all you can.”