"Yes. I feel very bad about poor mamma, and I never knew how much I loved her till now."
As she spoke she got out of the wagon.
"Where are you going?" asked Smithers.
"I'm going to ask that bold, bad man to let mamma go, and if he won't, he'll have to keep me, too, for I won't leave her."
"What madness is this?" cried her father.
"Oh, Alice was always a spoony, little fool," replied Harold.
"I've been very wicked to mamma," said Alice, setting her lips firmly together, "and I see it all now; but I should not have been if you, papa, and Harold had not told me not to mind her."
She began to walk back toward the canyon.
"Come back!" shouted Smithers. "I can't allow this, Harold, go and stop her."
"Go and stop her yourself," answered Harold. "I can't be bothered running after girls."