"Yes."
"Every vestige will have been swept away by that, look at it," he pointed over to the lake.
"What must we do?" she asked instantly, depending upon his greater strength, his larger experience, his masculine force.
"I shall have to take you to my camp."
"Is it far?"
"About a mile or a mile and a half from here."
"I can't walk that far."
"No, I suppose not. You wouldn't be willing to stay here while I went down and hunted for your camp?"
The girl clutched at him.
"I couldn't be left here for a moment alone," she said in sudden fever of alarm. "I never was afraid before, but now—"