"Oh no. I don't feel like that," she said, "I do what I choose, when I wish to do it, that's all."
Then she glanced up at the cliff just above them and went on with decision.
"We cannot take him by that way. It is less steep the path I came down. We must go along--then up. See, now, he is very small and light, we can carry him between us, it will be easy for two."
CHAPTER X
Life or Death on the Beak Cliff
Afterwards, Pamela found she had rather an indistinct recollection of that journey to the cliff top. One thing was certain, she could not have done it without the help of her double. They carried Reube in a sort of sling made by their own cotton petticoats. It was the strange girl's notion, and proved quite practical. Each girl wore a petticoat. One supported the boy's head and shoulders, and one his legs--any other method would have been impossible, because of the injured foot, that is to say, without causing terrible pain to Reuben.
He came to himself while he was being trussed into this amateur sling, and stared at the new girl with such interest that Pamela felt it was as good as "burnt feathers" for curing faintness.
"Hullo, Reube," she said, laughing, "now we shan't be long--shall we?"
"No, Miss," agreed Reube in a weak voice.
"Hold on this," ordered the stranger.