"I've
paroled these gentlemen."
"Indeed!" said Dunwody sarcastically. "That's very nice, for
them!".
She went on unperturbed. "I'm going to set them free. Judge
Clayton and Mr. Jones and you others, too, must go on home. You
will have to surrender to the courts. These men are going to leave
the state. All of you must disperse--at once."
"And you yourself,--" began Dunwody grimly; "what do you plan?"
"I remain. I am a hostage. It will now be known where I am. You
will be responsible for me, now. I fancy that will suit Washington
as well as to detain Captain Carlisle as my jailer any longer. If
I thought I needed him, I would not let him go. We are all of us
going to be under parole, don't you see?"
"Is it your wish that we should give parole in these circumstances,
Dunwody?" Judge Clayton himself smiled rather sardonically.
"I don't see why not, after all," said Dunwody, at length, slowly.
"I don't see why that isn't about as wise as anything we can do.
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