Tears blinded her. She could not speak.
"Promise," he insisted.
"I will," she sobbed. "I will go on—as long as I can live after you."
He stood still, looking at her fixedly. There was the dawn of an awakening on his face.
"My God!" he whispered, "I was wrong. I do cling to life. I want to live. O God, save me!"
And the girl uttered a great sigh of thankfulness, and fell fainting against the wire partition that stood between them.
CHAPTER XXVII
The Disappearance of Tranter