It would be hard to conceive a more embarrassing and critical
position. The detective could not appeal to Renie openly as
the appeal would reveal his real identity; and no opportunity
appeared for a quiet revelation of himself to the girl.
He was led to the place of execution; the rope was thrown over
his head, when Renie came forth from the cabin. She ran
forward to where the victim stood.
"Hold! Hold!" she said, "what are you about to do?"
"Hang your father's assailant!"
"Does the man confess his guilt?"
"No."
"Let me speak to him."
The girl pressed forward close to the doomed man, and
addressing him, said:
"Are you innocent or guilty?"
"It makes no difference now; but tell me are you Renie
Pearce?"
"I am Renie Pearce."
"I have an important communication to make to you before I
die."
"To me?"
"Yes."
"Well, speak!"
"What I communicate must be spoken in your ear alone, as it
concerns you only."
"Go and see what he has to say," commanded the leader of the
lynching party.
The girl stepped close to the man and the lyncher stepped
back.
In a low tone the detective said:
"Be calm and do not betray that you know me!"
The girl felt her heart stand still, and a cry rose to her
lips.
"Hold," whispered the officer, "or you will destroy all
chances for escape."
The girl's face assumed the hue of death, a thrilling
suspicion flashed through her mind.
"You can save me, Renie, but if you betray my real identity I
am doomed!"
"Are you Spencer Vance?"
"Yes.
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