'You must,' she answered, and he turned to me with a sullen fear.
'It was like this,' he began; 'that night, when I was waiting for you down there—I had some string, and it struck me, all in a moment, that it would be fun to trip you up. I didn't mean to hurt you—only frighten you. I fastened the string across a little way from the bottom. And then'—he had to moisten his lips before he could go on—'then she came down, and I tried to catch her—and couldn't—no, I couldn't!'
'Is that all?' asked Marjory, as he stopped short.
'I cut the string and hid it before you came. Now you know, and you may tell if you like!'
'Cameron, you will never tell, will you—as long as he lives?' said Marjory. 'You must promise.'
I was horrified by what I had heard; but her eyes were upon me, and I promised.
'And you, Ormsby, promise me to be kinder to him after this.'
He could not speak; but he made a sign of assent.
'And now,' said Marjory, 'shake hands with him and forgive him.'