when he tapped at the window Ettie came out to him. The dancing Irish deviltry had gone from her lover’s eyes. She read his danger in his earnest face.
“Something has happened!” she cried. “Oh, Jack, you are in danger!”
“Sure, it is not very bad, my sweetheart. And yet it may be wise that we make a move before it is worse.”
“Make a move?”
“I promised you once that I would go some day. I think the time is coming. I had news tonight, bad news, and I see trouble coming.”
“The police?”
“Well, a Pinkerton. But, sure, you wouldn’t know what that is, acushla, nor what it may mean to the likes of me. I’m too deep in this thing, and I may have to get out of it quick. You said you would come with me if I went.”
“Oh, Jack, it would be the saving of you!”
“I’m an honest man in some things, Ettie. I wouldn’t hurt a hair of your bonny head for all that the world can give, nor ever pull you down one inch from the golden throne above the clouds where I always see you. Would you trust me?”
She put her hand in his without a word. “Well, then, listen to what I say, and do as I order you, for indeed it’s the only way for us. Things are going to happen in this valley. I feel it in my bones. There may be many of us that will have to look out for ourselves. I’m one, anyhow. If I go, by day or night, it’s you that must come with me!”
“I’d come after you, Jack.”