There must be some way of escape. Think!"
"I'm pretty tired to think. I'm pretty near played out," he
confessed.
"They're watching me, but they'd let you go."
"Now that I'm here I'm going to stay until--"
She interrupted, crying his name loudly, "Dave!"
"Yes. What is it?"
"Wait! Let me think." She closed her eyes; her brows drew together
as if in the labor of concentration. When she lifted her lids her
eyes were alight, her voice was eager. "I know how. I see it. He
won't dare--But you must do what I tell you."
"Of course."
"No questions. Understand?"
When he nodded impatiently she ran to the door and, flinging it
open, called down the hall:
"Father! Father O'Malley! Quick!" Then she summoned Dolores.
The priest answered; he hurried from his room and, with a dazed
lack of comprehension, acknowledged his swift introduction to
Dave. Alaire was keenly alive and vibrant with purpose now.
Dolores, too, came running, and while the men were exchanging
greetings her mistress murmured something in her ear, then
hastened her departure with a quick push. Turning upon the others,
Alaire explained:
"I've sent for some of the women, and they'll be here in a minute.
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