V
THE FIFTH PASSENGERGranny Juggins drew my face down to a level with her puckered old lips.
"God preserve you, Master Harry. No, I am not weeping. 'Tis— No matter. Remember always that so long as my heart beats there is room in it for you—and forget not that your mother would be hungry for pride in you if she were but with us."
She drew away anxiously.
"You do not mind that I say that, who was her servant?"
I swept her into my arms.
"I love you for it, granny. Never shall I forget your kindness and the welcome you gave to the stranger from the night."
She kissed me tenderly.
"I am an old woman, Master Harry," she said, "and I may not live to see it; but the day will come when you will be no longer a fugitive from justice. So be not disheartened."
"And how could I be disheartened
