"I'm afraid so."
"I ought to have helped you," said Phil, with contrition, "but I thought you preferred—"
"I do. I'm a regular mountain goat." Kathleen was half laughing in a way that showed her pain.
Phil lifted her gently, and she went on:—
"Everybody knows nowadays that the best way to treat a strain is to walk right ahead. Oh!"
"Yes, that may do on flat ground," said Phil; "I'm a mountain goat too, so don't be afraid"; and, lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the remaining rocks and set her down upon the grassy bank.
CHAPTER XXVI
TIDES