paused. âWill you help me?â
âCanât. Wonât. Iâd get in trouble for sure. Theyâd lock me up for aiding and abetting a kidnapper!â Daniel blew his nose onto the ground and wiped the snot with his sleeve.
Johanna handed Daniel her handkerchief. He took it as if he didnât know what to do with it. He crumpled it up and shoved it into his pocket.
âPlease, Daniel.â
Daniel shook his head. âI wonât do it. I feel sorry for the babies, but I ainât gonna take that kind of risk.â He grasped the reins and began to move away.
âWait!â Johanna cried. âIâll pay you!â
Daniel stopped and stared at Johanna.
âIâll pay you for taking us â me and the baby.â
Daniel scratched his head. âWell, if youâre talking business, thatâs something else. How much?â
âTwelve schillings?â
âTwenty-four.â
Johanna swallowed hard. âEighteen. Thatâs my final offer.â
âWell, I guess thatâd be enough.â
âYouâll take us, then?â
Daniel nodded. âOnly as far as Altona. My horse is old and I got my regular customers.â
Johanna let out her breath. She hadnât even realized sheâd been holding it. âThank you.â
Daniel stretched out a dirty hand towards Johanna. âLetâs see your money.â
Johanna shook her head. âIâll pay you nine schillings when you pick me up and nine when we reach Altona. Agreed?â
Daniel scratched his armpit. âYou drive a hard bargain. All right then.â He shook his head and murmured, âI must be as crazy as she is.â
âWhen will you be back here again?â Johanna said.
âLetâs see.â Daniel counted on his fingers. âTodayâs Thursday. Itâll be Monday next.â
âJohanna! Where are you?â Cecile called from the doorway.
Johanna waved at her friend. âComing!â She turned back to Daniel. âWhen you finish your deliveries on Monday, wait for me outside the gate behind the high hedge. Iâll meet you after breakfast.â
âWhat if someone asks what Iâm doing there?â
âJohanna!â Cecile was walking towards them. âIâve been looking all over for you.â
Johanna moved closer to Daniel. She could smell his sour, unwashed body and the dirty wool of his clothing. âSay you were taking a nap, or reading a book, or feeding your horse. Whatever you want.â
âRight. But if you ainât here by seven oâclock, Iâll be gone.â
âIâll be here.â
Daniel nodded, took up the reins, and guided the wagon down the gravel driveway. Johanna watched him leave and wished she were already on the way.
She hurried to join Cecile. She could feel her heart beating against her chest. What am I doing? Iâll get caught . Iâll be convicted of kidnapping. Locked up in jail or thrown out of Hamburg. No help for Rebecca. No help for Mama.
âWhy were you talking to the driver?â asked Cecile.
âI needed to ask him something.â
âWhat?â
âAbout ⦠about Altona.â
âAltona? You could ask me about Altona!â
âAll right,â said Johanna. âWhatâs it like?â
âItâs a small town,â Cecile said. âYou can almost spit from Hamburg to Altona. After all, theyâre only about two and a half miles apart.â
âI know that. But what is Altona like ?â
Cecile linked her arm into Johannaâs. The two made their way to the kitchen for breakfast. âItâs a lot like Hamburg. On the main street, there are shops and houses and people coming and going. Thereâs ice in the winter and mud the rest of the time and stink all the time.â
While they were eating, Johanna tried to find out more about Altona. âIf a person were in Altona,â Johanna asked, âhow
Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone)