“Oh, if Jockian were but here!” she moaned; but the man she referred to was many miles away.
“I will try.”
The speech was in answer to her thoughts.
Removing the armlets from her arms, she stooped over the prostrate form of Madcap Max, and raised him as if he were a child.
Strong she undoubtedly was, but Max was heavy.
She carried him a few steps.
The perspiration ran in streams down her face.
The muscles of her arms were strained to their utmost.
She had to rest.
Again she raised him, and carried him a dozen yards or so.