Had anyone suspected the child of carrying about so large a
treasure, her life even might have been the forfeit. Joe Barnes knew
this well, and he was most careful that no hint as to the existence
of the purse should pass his lips.
During the week the children spent at the happy Norman farm all
indeed seemed very safe, and yet even there, there was a secret,
hidden danger. A danger which would reveal itself by and by.
As I have said, it was arranged that the little party should go to
Paris in M. Dupois' wagons; and the night before their departure Joe
had come to Cecile, and begged her during their journey, when it
would be impossible for them to be alone, and when they must be at
all times more or less in the company of the men who drove and
managed the wagons, to be most careful not to let anyone even suspect
the existence of the purse. He even begged of her to let him take
care of it for her until they reached Paris. But when she refused to
part with it, he got her to consent that he should keep enough silver
out of its contents to pay their slight expenses on the road.
Very slight these expenses would be, for kind M. Dupois had
provisioned the wagons with food, and at night they would make a
comfortable shelter. Still Cecile so far listened to Joe as to give
him some francs out of her purse.
She had an idea that it was safest in the hiding place next her
heart, where her stepmother had seen her place it, and she had made a
firm resolve that, if need be, her life should be taken before she
parted with this precious purse of gold.
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